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A Rainy Day Letter to My Boy

Meg

This was written back in July, but I came across it in my archives and wanted to share it, for posterities sake. I want my kids to look back at this blog someday and see the struggles, but also the prayers I have always prayed over them. Hopefully, one day, this will speak to them. This letter is to my boy, but I hope it speaks to your heart today as well. -Meg

 

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2014


My Boy,

Tuesday was an overcast sort of July day. The humidity was high, leaving us sticky, sweat drenched, but just the same, we headed to a play date in the park.

As you and your little friend smiled at each other, baby jabbered, wiggled around, we watched the older kids fly down the slides, in and out, around and over, back for a snack, a sip of water, and then off they flew again.

Warm days don't slow little kids down. No, instead, they relish any chance they can take to stretch legs, exercise lungs, live in the moment. 

You, too, had such a grand time, trying to escape from Mama, floating through the air on a baby swing, smiling from ear to ear.

Mama and her friend talked, talked of children's names, books, blogs. And then, my sweet friend expressed her deep desire for her boys to grow up and find a good mate. What should she be teaching them now, when they're young? What can she instill in them, so that they wait, wait for their once in a life time girl. Look for that help-meet, who only directs them closer to Christ?

Sweet boy, you have so much life to live yet. Probably a good 25 years lie between you and your helpmeet. But that doesn't stop me from praying now. Praying for the girl you'll one day meet.

Praying for the choices you'll have to make along the way.

My boy, I truly want to teach you well over the coming years. I want to teach you to respect those around you, to have a heart for the needy, a desire to do good. But more than just be good, I pray that you have a passion for Christ. A passion for life. I pray that you place your faith in God early on. Study scripture, take it to heart. Serve your Creator, no matter what the world may say, so that you're one day ready to be a good husband and a good father.

I think that the best thing we can do now, in these raising up years, is to teach you to respect authority, first your Mama & Papa, then school teachers, principles, employers. Teaching you how to listen and respect, and to know the difference between right and wrong, will serve you well in this life.

It will mean a lot of sweat and tears along the way, which we're already seeing with your sister. It's not always each giving or taking discipline. But I do know it's one of the best things we'll instill in you over the years.

A disciplined heart can do much. An undisciplined heart, well that's a scary thing to think about.

I want you to do much in your life, my boy. Explore far off places, have a beautiful heart for Jesus. It doesn't matter how much money you make someday, or how many people know your name, but live the life you've been giving will all your might.

These sound like words even Mama needed to hear today. Writing is funny like that, isn't it?

My boy, my greatest prayer is that you'll grow up to be like your Papa. You were blessed with a great one, weren't you. You, sister, and I are so fortunate to have him in our lives.

I love you my little man. 

I can't wait to watch life continue to unfold for you.

Love,

Mama