In five short days, we will be parents of a teenager.
In five days he can have his own Facebook account.
In one year he will be headed to high school.
In three years he can legally operate a motor vehicle without an adult there to panic.
In five years he will graduate from high school.
In eight years, he will be the age I was when I got married.
In nine years he will be the age that I was when I had him.
Please tell me where the time has gone?
Earlier today, I was discussing this very topic when someone said, “Whew! You’d better watch out. I know what I was doing at 13!”
My first thoughts were that there is NO way this child could be doing such things. He still likes his Legos…. A LOT! He still tortures his little sister, and happily keeps his nose in a book. He still PLAYS!
But I was…
At thirteen, I made my first mini skirt (out of a longer skirt) and used the remants to make my first tube top. I then sported said mini skirt and said tube top with a HOT PINK knit cardigan, scrunchie socks, and a side pony tail whenever I could sneak around in it.
At thirteen, I had been kissed during study hall at my christian school.
At thirteen, I would sneak around to listen to Bon Jovi on my walkman.
At thirteen, I tried my first beer while on vacation with a friend at her grandparents house at a lake. (AND… we watched MTV!) [insert sarcastic remark here]
And all of this with parents who were tough! All this, and my parents didn’t know until I felt guilty and fessed up much later in life. They didn’t know! I am guessing they didn’t think I was capable of such atrocities!
I think back to my Lego playing-near teenager and I wonder what in the world I could be missing?!? I don’t want to be a suspicious crazy lady, but am I naive? Could my innocent young boy be sneaking around all while I think he is still just an innocent young boy? Maybe I am right, but maybe I am wrong.
I realize that I can’t borrow trouble, and I know that he is safely and securely in his FATHER’S hands. I know that I wasn’t saved at thirteen, and thank YOU LORD, he is.
All I can do is keep him in prayer, beg God to guide him, and beg that he stays open to His guiding. I must stay vigilant, and not put my head in the sand, but his future is not in MY HANDS.
I surely would really mess that poor kid up.