Gage is home sick today. A nasty
stomach virus that hit yesterday. I signed him out of school, brought
him home and felt sure he would feel better today. Not so. We missed
the youth service at church last night and he's still lounging in his
bed or in the bathroom today. And it's been hard for him to consume a
diet of soda crackers when he's used to having a chunk of meat and
fries with corn or peas.
Because I'm “that kind of mom”, I didn't rest good last night, I am struggling to stay awake today. After I got home from work this morning, my first thought was to check on him, see how he felt. Yes, I know he is 14. Yes, I know he is taller than I. Yes, I know he has good enough sense to get a drink, clean his own bathroom, find crackers and socks.
But I also know there are still a few more years that he gets to be my little boy. Not many, but a few. And I'll take advantage of each and every day. Won't be long until he is completely independent, and won't need his mother to slather goop in his hair and comb it over. He won't need his mother to help him find a shirt and remind him that his collar is twisted. He won't need me to reassure him and help him through life's land mines.
That's ok. I am looking forward to the time he reaches adult hood that he has enough to make some decisions. I hope to have instilled in him the values and respect that he needs to strengthen his backbone. My goal is to get him to the point he can survive on his own...just him and God. But for right now, I am going to be God's helper mom.
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