Sixteen years ago tonight I gave birth to my firstborn.
I had no idea how my life was about to change. I was oblivious to the fact that the remainder of my days would feel like my heart was walking around outside my body. From his first cry to his first tumble, I felt it all. From his first steps to his first drive, his joy has been mine.
Time marches on. At the time of his birth and peering down the long road ahead, 16 seemed like an eternity. And now it's here. In a blink. While I can't stop time---or go back in time--I can joyfully embrace and invest the current days. For these current days are a gift.
It's a gift to watch my son grow.
To watch him wisely discern between better and best.
It's a gift to hear his humor and his easygoing ways.
To see how easily and readily he interacts with his friends.
It's a gift to see him try new things.
To see him boldly try out drama. Or learn to drive.
It's a gift to communicate with him and hear his heart.
To hear his take on the world and what makes him tick.
It's a gift to watch him lead.
To see his quiet confidence. Not in himself, but in his God.
It's a gift to hear worship songs wafting from his room.
To see him lead in worship and see that look on his face;
the look that says what he sings is real to him.
It's a gift to watch my little boy become a man.
To find that he's no longer my "little" boy,
but a strong, loving, respectable man
who God is using to impact and change his world.
Yes, each day is a gift. And I will not fritter them away.
I will rejoice in the here and now.
I will rejoice in God's faithfulness through all our yesterdays.
And even when it's unfamiliar--and maybe even scary--
I will rejoice in what He is doing in my son's life today.
Because it is beautiful.
And I couldn't be more proud or more thankful.
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