Falling in love again...

Last night, just about bedtime, KP was sitting in the "music room," plunking on his dad's acoustic guitar, and singing in his almost-changing 11-year-old voice. Some of the chords were a little iffy, and the lyrics were not a whole lot better. "Mom, come listen," came the call, and I went, awaiting my own personal preview of this ballad he'd been creating. He was just as proud as punch of his creation, which we together named, "The Chili Dog Blues." After my private concert, he called his dad in for a second show. Dad reminded him that he was late for bedtime, but dutifully listened.

I was busy in the kitchen, and trying to catch the last few minutes of my favorite TV show as well, but I have to admit I felt a little pride just knowing that he had called me first. He wasn't afraid to hit a few sour notes in front of me because he knew instinctively that mom's ears are a bit more forgiving and that she'll always give him encouragement and praise. I was glad that I stopped for that moment, even though I had a thousand things to do before my own bedtime. I knew that these moments between us are precious...he'll be grown before I know it, and I'll miss that little voice and those silly, made-up songs.

I've thought a lot about that lately...and I fall in love with him over and over again. I can still see in him the baby that we adopted, but I'm catching glimpses of the young man he's soon to become. I think of the future he dreams of, the future we plan for him, and the plans the Father has already made for him.

"Lord, watch over this beautiful boy...and help us to nourish and cultivate the seeds we've planted. Help us to be brave as we see him straining toward adulthood. Guard his heart as the world presses in upon him, and let us continue to fill him with the promise that we have through your Son, Jesus Christ."

Later,

MamaRan