Lord, please give me the strength to raise my son who is…
You have heard the saying; “The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.” Well, this apple (my son) rolled right off of the branch, and landed on the tree stump.
“Jeremiah, do not flip off of the couch! I don’t want to go to the ER this evening!”
Him; “Well, I already did it and nothing happened.”
I was in need of a double shot of Cuban coffee this evening. So I indulged and forgot about the concerns of parenting, and raising a daring little boy. Not to say little girls are not daring….he got it from me. I climbed trees when I was little, played with worms and maggots, rescued wild birds, threw spit balls at my sisters….so why am I so up in arms now, because my child is “me?” Well, now I know how my mom felt. Now, when I complain to her about my little wild boy, she has no shame in admitting her non-existing sympathy towards me.
“Awww! He is just like his Momma…” is all she says, then laughs, after offering up some necessary advice.
He is sweet. He is kind. He has a mind of his own, and has come a very long way since brain surgery, nearly 2 years ago. I am so thankful to God! So every walk, run, hop, skip, flip, karate kick, HEART ATTACK (mom), I smile, because I know just a short time ago, he was unable to do any of this without wearing a gate belt, and needing the assistance of parents and physical therapists. I am blessed and so is he.