Now, It Is Him

It never occurred to me that a child of mine would become an inspiration to me. When he was a baby, I didn’t consider that one day he would be a spiritual influence. I think one of the greatest joys of my life so far is realizing that one of my children is actually inspiring me to greatness not vice versa.

I must be old now. How did that happen? Just yesterday, it was me who was itching to leave home. It was me who had notebooks full of dreams. Now, It is him. It is a 3lb.12oz. preemie. It is an infant who barely survived two heart surgeries. It is a 5 year old boy who struggled to learn to read when his twin brother made it look easy. It is a little boy who wore camo pants, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots everywhere he went for years. It is a boy with braces and a puca shell necklace at the 8th grade dance. It is the boy who had his first kiss in a cul-de-sac with the girl next door. It is the teenager who accepted his limitations in sports because of his heart issues. It is the young man who made friends easily and smiled big. It is the young man who worked hard in honors classes even though his ADD made it harder for him. It is the young man who proudly walked down the aisle in cap and gown. It is the college student trudging through core classes. It is the young man who left for foreign soil and came home a man. It is the long haired, free spirit, lover of life that I know and dance with. It is my son, my brother in Christ, my inspiration.