Psalm 33:8: Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. Psalm 52:9: I will praise you forever for what you have done; in your name I will hope, for your name is good. I will praise you in the presence of your saints.
You turn 4 today! I hate having to start these letters to you because of the fear of sounding redundant. So I will do my best to express what's on my heart without sounding to cliche or cheesy. We'll see how far I can get...
You are the apple of my eye. My beautiful little man. And a little man you are trying to become. I am enjoying watching you become independent although at times I could pull my hair out because you are so hard headed (just like your mama). You insist on doing things yourself, even though many of these quests are unknown territory for you and after insisting you "don't need help" you come back running insisting on it. You give me a glimpse of the joy and frustration God must feel when we inform Him, we don't need any help, then realize that we were wrong and come running back to Him. But my prayer is that, I will remember to embrace you like God does us, when we make mistakes. His arms open wide, waiting quietly and patiently, knowing it is just a matter of time. This is so hard for me to do. I admit it! I admit that most of the time, I say (in some form or another), "I told you so." I want you to always want to come running back to me. Not necessarily because you need me but because you know that I am here, ready to support you; ready to embrace you; ready to be silent; ready to listen.
You remind me daily that a person MUST stand by their word, no matter the cost, for trust doesn't come easy and can quickly be broken. So with each, "remember what you promised me?" enforces that trust is mandatory for our relationship to grow.
Your analytical mind amazes me. You see things in black and white. It makes me proud to see your independence blossoming. You know what is right and you do it, no matter what. Unfortunately, I know there will come a day, that you will start seeing the world in hues of gray. Where the line between right and wrong will blur. I pray when that day comes, you stand firm in what God teaches and not the way of the world.
You have taught me to be structured yet flexible, loving yet firm, honest yet gentle. You continue to push me into being a better person. And often I feel I fail you. I am reminded that I may fail. But God never does. Please always remember that. When I lack in patience, tolerance, and creativity know that I am only human and that I strive for God to work those out in me each and every day.
You made me a mom. You may be getting another year older, but you will always be my baby boy. No matter how many kisses you wipe off or how many hugs you run from. You are a very, very special gift from God. And I am so blessed to be able to call you my son.
I Love you so very, very much. Happy Birthday my little man!