It is time to acknowledge a truth that you have been quick
to embrace. And, as I look into your
big, eager eyes, I do recognize we are eye-to-eye. You have caught up to me in height. And, since we are admitting things, it is
probably only a few short weeks until you pass me up and begin to “look down”
to meet me eye-to-eye.
This truth has only been hard to admit because it speaks to
a glaring reality that I am not sure that either of us are ready to
embrace. While we physically meet one
another eye-to-eye, you are becoming your own individual. We agree less and less on “issues” from
politics to cleaning your room. I do realize
that this is the first of many steps to you becoming the man that God has
called you to be. But, have some patience
with this “little” woman.
In my mind, it was only yesterday that I was “changing your
diapers” and “teaching you to walk or ride a bike.” I stare at you in amazement
because you are this tall. When did this
happen? I laugh at your quick wit and amazing
sense of humor. When did this start? I fall silent when you begin to talk about
the job you want or the college plans you are considering. When did we stop talking about “play-dates”
and “toys?”
You will have to forgive me.
I know that you are eagerly yearning to be “grown-up.” But, you will always be my little boy – whether you are in diapers
or 6 foot 2 inches tall. So, I will
continue to tell you “what to do” and “how to do it.” It’s simply a mother’s prerogative.
But, I feel that it is important at this specific time when
we stand eye-to-eye, that I remind you that all is not as it appears. Although we may be looking at this world from
the same height, my eyes see this view with years of wisdom. It is the wisdom of years’ worth of experiences. That also explains the wrinkles around these
eyes…and the bags underneath them. This
wisdom is a gift I can give you if you will continue to listen. Keep your ears open to my words and trust
that they are coming to you in love.
Sometimes, truth is hard to hear…no matter how tall or how old you get.
While my eyes show the signs of aging, your eyes still shine
with the optimism of youth. Don’t loose
that…at least not anytime soon. Believe
in your dreams, because I believe them. I know it sounds cliché and dorky. But, everyone needs a cheerleader or two. I will always
be yours.
You were born into this world for big things, Son. So, it seems only appropriate that you grow
to be a big kid…tall, strong and
handsome. This is only one of many times
that I have looked at you and recognized that you are growing up…but, this time
seems bigger. Maybe, it is because you
are so much bigger…or maybe because I feel so much smaller.
Your world is getting bigger now, too. You have more freedoms. You can come and go on your own (granted a
driver’s license would be HUGE in this department…but give this old woman
time!). You have more friends..and, a
more diverse group of friends. And, you
have more responsibilities, too. But, no
matter how big you get, there are a
few things I hope you will always remember:
·
You are never too old to hug your family. Kissing is optional…although, a kiss on the
check NEVER hurt anyone! Physical touch
is important.
·
Crying is an external sign of pain…not something
that indicates you are a sissy. It is
okay to feel and express pain. Tears are
far better than rage.
·
Forgiveness is the greatest gift you can
give…both to yourself as well as to another. And, giving truly is the best way to get.
·
Laughter truly is the best medicine...and you
are clearly gifted in sharing laughter with others. But, don’t hide behind it too much. The real you is pretty awesome once people
get to know you!
·
Time will always move faster than you plan. Procrastination is NEVER a good thing (no
matter what your dad might think!)
·
Keep growing in God. Take the time to learn about the Creator who
made you and continues to perform a great work in you. Pray.
And last but not least (I do reserve the right to add to
this list.), sit down whenever I am having a “serious talk.” I want to stand and still feel like the “big”
adult…at least for a few more years.
Love Always,
Mom
