My one and only

This is my child, my one and only. He is nine years old, going on 20. I snapped this picture today after I had taken him for a haircut, and I was stunned how old he looked. My baby is growing up.

It seems like yesterday that he looked up at me mischievously and said, “I poke you eye!” He would point one little finger at me while he said it, it was hilarious. This kid was a character, still is.

I know it’s said, that every mama crow thinks her baby is the blackest. Well, I think my baby is the coolest. He is so much cooler than me, it’s not even funny.

He’s not into girls yet, he still prefers Xbox. But what he is into that makes my heart happy is me and his Dad. He still thinks we are pretty great and I’m so grateful. I pray he always feels that way.

You know, people say things like, “Enjoy your kids’ love while you can because when they’re teenagers, they’ll hate you.” That doesn’t have to be so. Lynn and I talk about this all the time because we always want Jaxon to feel safe to talk to us, to tell us anything, and to know that we are in support of him. And we want him to develop the gifts and talents that God has given him, knowing that those gifts and talents my not be like ours.

I don’t know exactly what God has in store for my son, but I know it’s going to be great and I want to do everything in my power to create an environment where he will flourish and become the man that God designed him to be.

Kids are like little seeds, and you just can’t tell what they’re going to grow into by looking at them. But by nurturing them, loving them, watering them, filling them with the Word of God and the love of God, you are preparing them for a brilliant future.