Growing Up

My oldest son had his birthday party last night. He opted for a sleepover again this year.

Around 5 pm, his friends started to arrive. Video games began, but we convinced the crew to go outside while they had some daylight and decent weather. We ordered a couple of pizzas and I made two more for variety and healthier options. (Mine were made on a thin whole wheat crust piled with veggies and just a smattering of cheese.)

After dinner, the boys launched into a boxing tournament on the Kinect. They had a blast. We had brackets and paired them against each other until a victor emerged. They were hot and sweaty and ready for ice cream cake.

The rest of the evening progressed as any sleepover does; more games, a couple of movies and talking until they were too tired to stay awake. The chatter ended at about 11:15.

This year I suggested to my son that we ask his guests not to bring gifts. He willingly consented. He knew he would get what he really wanted from his family and recognized that he's abundantly blessed already. I let the parents know that we only wanted their kids' "presence" at this party. I learned later this simple request was much appreciated.

What really touches my heart as I watch my sweet boy, now 11 years old and just a scant 8 inches shorter than me, grow up is that he isn't just growing taller or older. My dear child is growing in maturity, spiritually and emotionally.

Thank you, Lord, for my son who grows in "wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men." Thank you for answering my prayers and helping him grow up a little bit more according to your plan.