My son has reached the age of milestones. We attended his graduation ceremony a couple weeks ago. It seems almost inconceivable to see this little baby of ours turn into this wonderful young man.
When he was in kindergarten I used to walk him to school; past the high school. We’d see the teenagers flood out at lunch. The day that he would attend the high school seemed a million years away and yet here we are – he is leaving that phase of life behind him.
Along the years there were moments, wonderful subtle views into his future. The day I stumbled on a book mark that he made. He was only nine or ten. It read ‘Christian in training.’ Or later popping in to say goodnight and finding him in bed reading his Bible. Or hearing him chatter about philosophy and life with his Grandpa.
Oddly enough I didn’t get emotional at his graduation. But I did get emotional when I was telling him about the moment when I understood he had become a man, and a good man at that. I tried to put voice to the feeling, but I could hardly contain my emotions.
Here is the moment when I saw the boy I raised become a man.
Several years ago, in the fall, Wes was working at the table on house plans. He got up complaining of a headache. It went down hill from there. Within an hour the paramedics were at our house and taking him away to the hospital. The kids were all awake. I asked the girls, their faces showing signs of shock and confusion, if they wanted to sleep in our bed. They did. I tucked them in and said, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
I then went into Gavin’s little room and said, “You are in charge, son.”
He looked at me and nodded. No fear on his face, just resolve. An hour or so later I called him to make sure everything was OK. He told me not to worry that everything was fine.
He was fifteen. They had never been ‘alone’ at night. There had always been an adult with them. At this moment I saw the man my son would be. And I was filled with pride. This boy of ours has grown into a Godly and wonderful man. The sort of man who often reminds me that, “the Bible says not to worry Mom, so don’t worry.”
I don’t know what the future holds for this young man, but I pray that God will bless him and make his path smooth.
Luke 2:19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.
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