I remember saying multiple times, "I don't want to be mature. I don't want to have to think like a grown up." You have to understand I had beautiful manners and I knew very well what was expected of me...and I delivered as expected, I might add. But there are days where you just want to be carefree and throw convention aside. Who makes up the rules anyway?
Our child is now at that stage where much is demanded of him now. Job interviews. Behavior befitting a student networking with professors and other professionals. Parental expectations.
My husband and I looked wide-eyed at each other several times lately when the perverbial lightbulb has definitely glowed ever so brightly. Oh, my! 'He is growing up!' our silent communication hums between the two of us. YYYAAAHHHOOOO!!
All the hours, the sweat, the worry, the stress, the hope, the lectures, the examples, the mentoring, the village, the family, the love, the hugs, the praise, the church, the yelling, the clapping, the trust, the prayers are embedded in a handsome, fun, big-hearted, well-schooled young gentleman.
And his parents are mighty glad he's theirs.
