No, my first born is just…3…0…………30?!?!?!?!?!

He was the little guy who first made me a Mommy. He was the first human being to really teach me what “unconditional love” meant. I thought I knew….then he was born. So when the second one arrived, I was prepared and understood how that love multiplied and didn’t divide.

I remember turning 30.  My husband’s 30th birthday was highlighted by a trip to the ER.  Our youngest son needed stitches.  Made for a memorable moment…even this 3.5 year old remembered it a bit!

This 30-year-old climbed then repelled down the side of a small bluff on his birthday.  I saw a three-year old coming down and had glimpses of that six-year-old falling out of the backyard tree. I had to look twice to see it was actually a man.

I know that being a mom is not the easiest job in the world…in fact, I personally think it is one of the most difficult. We got through the necessary stages…newborn, baby, toddler, preschooler, young child, child, preteen, teen, post teen and now Adult. I am still working on being a mother of adults…. and of course I have made plenty of mistakes…

I am proud of my children. But I often say that I cannot take the blame for their failures, anymore than I can take credit for their successes. They are adults. They are still a delight to me. So I give God the praise today for allowing me to learn so much from my first born. I thank Him for trusting us enough to raise him. And I say Happy Birthday…to my once little buddy.

And then ask myself…..when did this actually happen?

“I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.” 1 Samuel 1:27-28

OK….. I am actually the parent of a 30-year-old.  And I am very proud of it!

Even if I am only 39 myself! 🙂

IN CHRIST ALONE

Tammy

*NIV Bible, personal images