When I was one,
I had just begun.
by A. A. Milne
…And then he was six.
And yet already he can’t wait to be seven. I wonder sometimes, is it just the birthday excitement he wants? If we gave him presents every day, would he want to slow down this fastness then?
I tell him to enjoy being the age he is, that kids get to spend much of their day playing and have far less to worry about, even if sometimes they do get time outs and often get decisions made for them instead of being the one to decide whether to have peas or carrots for dinner (or darn it, no vegetables, just cookies this time, thank you very much) or what time to go to bed… but still. Still, he longs for the next age and the next and the next, while I long to hold on to each year a little longer.
Maybe Chris and I just make this grown up, parenting thing look so easy. Yeah, that must be it. (Cough cough.)
Well, no matter – happy birthday to our fast growing boy! This boy delights us, tries us, stretches us and amazes us daily. He is smart and silly, cautious and adventurous, full of questions that challenge us and make us think, and he has an insatiable desire to learn…. I love that he loves playing soccer and baseball and riding bikes as much as he loves reading and school. (In fact, one of the things he wanted to do for his birthday today – despite being sick and even though it was his birthday and he could choose anything he wanted – was “have school.”) We pray that as each day passes he will continue to grow in the fear and knowledge of the Lord and in favor with God and man. Happy birthday, dear Judah!