The Boy is Growing Up
It’s true. You look up…and they’re almost grown. I’ve been busy this past week, and will be the next few, getting my son all ready for graduation. Prom has come and gone. Graduation is around the corner. Parties are being planned. Memories are rushing through my head. I won’t bore you with pics of a boy you didn’t know (although, you may have one of your own who is in the same stage in life or close to it), but I will brag about the man he is becoming. Because that is exactly what is happening, right before my very eyes. And I’m proud of him.
My son never has a harsh word to say about anyone. He wouldn’t even know how to form the words to describe that kind of feeling because he just doesn’t look at people that way. If he sees a negative quality in someone, he observes it, then lets it alone. Everyone that crosses his path in life is treated fairly by him, and he sees them as a potential friend and treats them as such. He treats all people with respect–whether they deserve it or not, or whether they have earned it or not.
I have watched my son hold doors open for women of all ages, and a few men, too. He is generous with his things and loans out anything that is his without even a care about having things damaged, lost or not returned. If there is one piece of chicken left on the serving plate, he will ask if anyone else would care for it before he will take it for himself. He will ask me if I can give his friends who have no means of transportation a ride home if it is cold or rainy so they won’t have to walk (and, of course, I say yes).
My son has played a few sports throughout his school years. While he is fairly competitive and likes to win more than lose, he believes in good sportsmanship and doesn’t mind losing to someone who is good-hearted in whatever sport they are playing. He likes a good joke and lots of laughs with his friends and his family. He’s intelligent, well-spoken, polite, and well-liked.
And he prays. He prays in such earnest that I am in awe of him when I see the obvious relationship he has with his God. It sometimes almost brings me to tears to know that my son is touched so deeply by the faith he has in God.
He has plans to go to college in the fall. And as I watch him turn into this great young man who I once knew as a playful little boy, I feel so much joy in my heart that I can barely stand it. For I could not have asked for a better son. And I wait in great anticipation of the full-grown man he will soon be. I wonder at what he will do and accomplish in his lifetime. I believe he will be a great father and husband, friend and co-worker, uncle and mentor. He is a loving person, always willing to take a hug from me, or surprise me with one of his own, along with a kiss on the cheek.
And…he let me take his senior pics! What a great kid!