Walking You Through the Night

Sunday is the day I share a little of my soul. Enjoy.

Today is Little Man's birthday. He's officially a teenager. You know what that means right? I was 10 years old when he was born.  I'm a freak of nature. Okay. That may not be the whole truth. The whole truth is that this boy came to our home after years of wanting a child and not knowing if that day would ever come. We have been blessed and honored to have him around. He is an amazing, thoughtful, kind, tender, witty, and generous person. He has a heart of gold and is quick to laugh and find the good in others. It is an honor to be his mother.


 The whole truth is that despite my efforts to keep him from ever growing up and leaving home, it will eventually happen. I've been struggling with this immense and overwhelming feeling of joy at his amazing growth and development combined with a feeling of intense sadness that he will someday no longer be home. I imagine there are millions of women who have felt this way about raising their children but...it is completely real. You know how it goes? I bring the tender little angel into the world as co-creator with the Lord and I see this child grow and increase in wisdom and stature. I see him becoming a remarkable human who treats others with love and I just want to hold his hand everywhere we go together. Thankfully, even though the teen years are here, he still holds my hand in "public". Please tell me that he will always want to do that. Chances are...he'll go through that phase where it isn't cool to be hanging out with his mama. Hopefully we're still tight through the growth that is sure to come as he enters this new world.


I know that the Lord has a wonderful plan for all of His children. I'm glad to be part of it and I'm overwhelmed by the feelings of tender mercy that He gives me. Today most of all...I'm thankful for the chance I have to be a mother to this dear Little Man...who frankly, isn't so little anymore. I just want to squeeze the life out of the time we have together.


I think this song just completely captures how I feel today. Mom, listen with a box of Kleenex. 

There it is.


Always My Very Best,
Your Friend Chef Tess