I'm crazy about this guy!
On Monday he goes to high school!
For the entire summer I've been emotional, sappy, stealing hugs, holding him longer, and pouting to Noah. Pouting (which is a bit pathetic, but oh so hard to refrain from) I say, "I only have 4 more years" and "I can't believe you're going to high school" and "please don't leave me" and "it went too fast" and "why can't you be 3" and "it's almost over."
The reality of Noah going to high school smacks me upside the head about a dozen times a day, and as a result I find myself in a few moments of tears followed by feeling ashamedly sorry for myself and rerunning my pouting episode again (and again and again and...).
Noah's been with me for 14 years now so he knows how to handle me when I get this way:
A). He tunes me out.
A). He tunes me out.
B). He gives me "the look" and a long I'll never leave you and I love you, too hug.
C). He gives me a look that is not "the look" and I know to go cry it out in my closet where my emergency chocolate is.
Needless to say, "B" is my favorite response ("C" is only tolerable because of the chocolate).
until the other night.
Noah-3, calm, cool, and collected in his daddy's childhood sunglasses.
We were driving home from his high school's freshman orientation night when he coolly stated, " I don't feel nervous at all." I just listened (note to future mother's of teenage boys: when they start talking you say NOTHING). Noah continued about his lack of nerves and how he felt fine about high school, then he was quiet for a mile or two...
my calm, cool, collected son's
and he had a stunned expression on his face.
He looked at me in disbelief
"I'M GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL!?!!"
He let it sink in for the first time..."I only have 4 more years!" (Uh, hello Kid! This is what I have been telling you).
He started putting two n' two together and said, "I only have one more summer to be a kid, after that I'll have a summer job, and then I'll either always have a job or school or both... I only have one more summer to be a kid!" (Woooooah, Nellie!)
"720 days till I'm a professional" (This was mentioned at the orientation- 720 school days. Really could have used my emergency chocolate then).
Noah let it all sink in, then sat back in his chair resolved, "I'm going to high school."
He's going to high school.
My prayer for Noah in this new season of his life (and always)
comes from Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis
"She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she new was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far around his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane. "Aslan, Aslan. Dear Aslan," sobbed Lucy. "At last." The great beast rolled over on his side so that Lucy fell, half sitting and half lying between his front paws. He bent forward and just touched her nose with his tongue. His warm breath came all around her. She gazed up into the large wise face. "Welcome child," he said. "Aslan," said Lucy, "you're bigger." "That is because you are older, little one,"answered he. "Not because you are?" "I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger."
Noah it is my prayer that you grow to have this intimacy with the LORD God; rushing to Him, kissing Him, putting your arms as far around His neck as you can, burying your face into magnificent God, always finding Home in His mighty arms! I pray for you to experience His warm Breath (Spirit) on you, in you, coming out of you. I pray for you to always gaze UP into His large wise face- see Him and seek Him- He WILL lead you. And as you grow I long for you in Christ to find Him bigger.
In the name of Jesus- our Savior and Hope, amen.