Tomorrow my oldest son turns 12.
It’s not really considered a milestone Birthday, but it is special to him because it is the only one he will have. It’s special to me because it marks the last year before he is officially a teenager.
I’m freaking out a little bit about that. Not as much as my wife, but a little. It’s not like it will be a big deal when we have a teenager, daily life will slowly morph and the new normal will be upon us, most likely with little fanfare. The part that freaks me out is that it means my time with him in our home is growing short.
We’ve done well as parents, but it is never easy to let go of control. Even now I wonder what is being talked about with friends at youth group and in other area of life. If I asked, I’m sure he would tell me, but I need to learn to let go and doing it a little at a time is the best course.
And, while I am a little freaked out, I am also eager to see what t he new year holds. He’s grown so much this year – physically, in his relationship with Christ, and how he relates to us and to his brother.
I’m sure that challenges lie ahead, but it has been such a blessing to be his dad that I’m looking forward to tackling those challenges with him.