Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Despite the fact that my almost-16 year old son insists on wearing these horrid colors, I think I'll keep him.
The grocery bill is huge, my patience is often lacking, and he's aware that the magic age of 16 doesn't equal the magic appearance of a driver's license.
He's matured in many areas, and still needs encouragement in others.
His self-confidence reveals itself more frequently.
We butt heads more often than I care to admit.
(Sometimes he's right.)
His knowledge fascinates, and often confuses, me.
His desire for God is evident.
He is strong, compassionate, stubborn, smart, creative, shy, contemplative, impulsive, and talented.
I am proud to be his mom.