Happy Easter, y’all! What a glorious day. What a glorious savior. I pray your Lent was fruitful, your Holy Week blessed and Easter full of triumphant joy.
It won’t happen often (if ever again), but our oldest has his birthday today. On Easter! How crazy awesome is that? He’s used to having the “Lent birthday” so it’s such a nice surprise to have the celebration fall on today. And, even sweeter is that he and my dad share a birthday. There will be sweets, songs and lots of smiles at our house very soon.
You’re fifteen today. I don’t even know how that happened, but it did.
You started high school this year and I’m already understanding how quickly these years are going to fly by for all of us. So many moms have told me, “don’t blink.” I’d say that’s spot on. I hope you’ll forgive us for all the mistakes we’re making. You’re the guinea pig, big man.
It’s true, when we sat down with the principal last spring to set your freshman schedule, I started to panic. The fear and panic of “are we doing this right” set in. And then I exhaled. You’ve handled your tough academic schedule better than I thought you would. I wouldn’t say time management is your BFF just yet, but you’ve got time. I hope. As we sat down this weekend to review your sophomore schedule, I was really impressed at your maturity and class selection. I don’t think you were impressed at our input, but, progress. A&M sure will be lucky to have you.
Thank you for telling me all those 8,000 random sports facts. I don’t understand a good half of them, but I’m honored you keep telling them to me anyway. I’ve learned more about Steph Curry, the Clippers, Madden football and basketball brackets than I thought possible. It’s even more fun to watch you carry on intelligible and highly curated conversations with grown men about sports, too. You can totally hold your own. Color me impressed. If only you took biology this seriously…
It’s true. I can no longer avoid the driver’s ed conversation. This time next year you’ll have your license. Oh Lord, get me a paper bag and a sackful of rosaries. I’ll need both. Stat. Until then, Dad says he’s excited about teaching you to do donuts in the church parking lot while I’m just praying you don’t rear-end an off duty police officer. Long story. I’ll tell you someday. Just don’t go fast on ice.
I believe it finally happened. You’re officially the same height as me. We were doing yard work the other day and I looked over and we were eye-to-eye. You grinned. I did not. It also makes disciplining you a wee bit interesting. I think I’ll bust out the step stool from now on.
The most challenging thing for both of us this past year has been figuring out how to do the teenage dance, together, without rolling our eyes, yelling and feeling like complete failures. I am trusting we will find our groove. God has given me glimpses of the person you’re becoming. The adult conversations we have, the same concerns over world events and societal changes, the inside jokes, the side glances that end with a nod of understanding – they all make me stop and tell God, “thank you.” Almost all the inside family jokes we share are because of you. I mean really, come on lady. Who else can make that funny but you?
Of all the kids and all the parents in the world, He gave us one another. It’s a total joy to see the kind of man you’re growing to be, literally and figuratively. Well, it’s not always joy, but mostly. My prayer life is deepening, my gratitude growing and my pride increasing at this new chapter. The teenage years are not for the weak. Yes, I miss you climbing in my lap to read you another story, standing at the front window to catch a glimpse of the trash truck, or snuggling in deep to eat a Hershey’s bar with me while we watch HGTV, but I know one thing. This new chapter is the culmination of all those moments. We invested in your childhood so we can enjoy you enter into adulthood. And that’s a phase I hope to enjoy for a very, very long time.
Happy birthday, sweetheart. I love you!