Every one of you naysayers warning me about the dreaded age, 13.
Attempting to awaken me to the harsh "realities" of having a teenager.
Peering at me as if I have no idea the magnitude of the freight train loaded with adolescent angst, hormones, and mishap that is bolting toward me.
I see your caution yellow tape.
I hear your "just waits" and "you'll sees."
But I am not afraid.
Instead I look back, hope forward.
Look back and remember generous, loving, good God.
Who made me a mommy to this remarkable
Who put all my fears to rest ("Rest, Peace" meaning of Noah's name) with just a look.
Who leads Michael and I in wisdom, and trains us in the Way we should go so that in Him we can lead Noah.
with great expectation in the Author of Life,
Who has penned every sentence, paragraph, page of Noah's life.
I'm not afraid of 13.
I'm grateful to be written into Noah's 13.