09 December 2009

twelve.

twelve. it's hard to fathom.

twelve is a sheaf of in-betweenness, skirting the fence between childhood and the teenage years, becoming.

i think about who you are today. voluble. happy. an edacious reader, gamer, dodgeball enthusiast. eager, but with a heart that bruises easily. principled.

i hope you will always look out for your brothers and sister. i hope you will stoke your tendency to be merciful, to champion the oppressed, to find pleasure in the littlest things. i hope you want God more than air.

it's a tenuous hold i have on you, as a mother of a nearly-teen. i want you to be young enough still to take my best habits, old enough to sift through what i hand you and cast aside the dross.

i hope you are an agent of God's healing and justice. and i hope he holds you so tight.

happy birthday, b. you are so precious to me.

6 comments:

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Makes me teary...

Whitney :) said...

Anna Grace just turned 12 too :) i think i say that every year, don't I??? Happy Birthday to your baby .... your words are, as always, beautiful!

Jenn said...

lock him up Nic and don't let him go ;) I'm imaging your phone ringing off the hook in the next year or two (or maybe it already does?) I love you as a mother. Your words are an inspiration!!

Jenn

CurlyGirlD said...

Nic,

Happy birthday to your sweet boy.

Kimberly said...

So beautiful, Nic...

Hope it was a special day for such a special kid...

simplysewn said...

Looks just like his mama. Beautiful. My son turned 12 this month, too. It is happy and sad all at once, isn't it?