Dear Oldest Son,

I look at you and wonder…

What you will be when you grow up?
A scientist? You love the world around you. Insects, animals and microorganisms. Every living thing.

A historian? Sometimes I think you are practicing to be a history professor, as you spout facts on battles past and the weaponry of war.

An inventor? You have a love of gadgets. You figure how things work. Your mind is always spinning. You will patent something before you die. I am sure of it.

A Pastor? You may be yet a boy, but you are a man of God. So filled with scripture from His Word, you know how to apply it each and every day. With your love of oration, and other gifts from Him, it’s a possibility.

An engineer, architect or builder? Well, you are a builder already. Since the block towers of your younger youth. Cardboard and duct tape bring you hours of fun. No limits to your imagination as it soars to heights higher than eagles fly. I am thinking of the jet, not the bird, for the plane probably has more altitude. You know what I mean. Together we can google it later.

I already know you are a dreamer, a teacher, an artist, musician and friend.

I already know your heart is so big with so much love to give. you have compassion and empathy and kindness in you.

I love you no matter what and I can’t wait to see what you grow up to be. But wait I will, as you are eleven and a half right now. No hurry! I am not rushing you. But until that day comes, when it’s time to set you free, until that day, I will wonder.

Love,
Mom