Dear Christian, Age 11,
You made me cry tonight. Big, silent tears that you didn’t even notice at first.
You had asked if we could go on a quick date night, in between our after school program Hangtime and your evening guys group Stockade. I knew we wouldn’t have much time, but we decided to make it work out anyways.
I bought you what seemed to me to be a ridiculous amount of McDonalds food, probably against my better judgement. But you wanted it and you are growing so it’s what we did. Speaking of you growing, when I hugged you today, we were eye to eye because at this moment in time we are the exact same height. I’m going to enjoy it for the next two weeks while I can because that’s about how long it will last.
Moving on. You waited so patiently in the car as I waited not as patiently at Greek Bites to pick up food for Dad and Ellee. I was pretty annoyed after being there for 20 minutes for an order that I had called in. Thankfully their food is mostly worth the wait. When I got into the car in a bit of a huff, you were there with a funny joke for me. And it made me smile and eased the tension a bit.
And then, as we drove, for some reason out of the blue, you stopped and took the time to tell me, “Thank you.” You told me that I was a great mom and that you were so proud of me and all that I did. You told me that you didn’t know any other mom that could do the things that your mom could do. You shared the things that you appreciated about me and as you spoke your truth, the tears started brimming. When you continued with such genuineness, they started to roll slowly down my cheeks.
Christian, I love you so much. But as you’re getting older, it’s not necessarily getting easier. You and I know that we’ve had our moments. Our ugly and loud and angry moments. Ones that neither of us are very proud of. I know that much of our conflict comes simply because we have the same personality and the same stubbornness. And more and more of it is coming as you near your teen years and work to figure out who you are in this ever changing and challenging world.
But tonight, dear Christian, you truly blessed my heart. The power of your words was exactly what my weary heart needed. You lifted my spirits and made me feel that everything that I’m working for when it comes to parenting you has been well worth while.
Dear Christian, age 11. Tonight you made me cry. But they were happy tears at the kind and encouraging words that you were speaking. Christian, those kinds of words are so powerful and so powerful good. And I pray that as you grow older, you will speak powerful truth and that you will use your words to build others up as you did for me tonight.
With Love, Mom.