My eldest child will turn 15 tomorrow. He’s sweet, helpful, responsible, funny, trustworthy, and kind to everyone but his brother. He’s a problem-solver, and possibly the least self-absorbed teenager I know. 95% of the time he’s a joy, and the other 5% of the time I blame on hormones and sin-nature.
I see him nurturing and teaching younger folks as opportunities arise. I see him concerned about the losses and pain of others. I see that he respects women, authority figures, elderly people and little kids alike. I see him willing to lend help wherever he can fill a need, whether it be church, home, neighborhood or aiding in a disaster relief project.
He’s becoming more independent as he matures, and I think he’s turning into a wonderful young adult. For some reason the topic arose one day, and I told him that it wasn’t my job to be his friend, I had to be his parent — but that when he’s an adult, I couldn’t be more honored than if he wishes to be friends. I’m greatly anticipating that day. Beyond love, I really do like this person.
:~)
Copyright 2010 by Tammi Mossman.
