Am I really old enough to have a TEENAGE SON? I can't even believe how time has flown by. I can still remember the morning Bubber was born - 3 days PAST my due date, my water broke at 5:15am, we were at the hospital by 6:00am, and he stubbornly refused to make his first appearance until 9:23PM. (Little did I know at the time that he would be one of the easier of my 4 experiences giving birth.) I remember my parents and (ex)in-laws coming to the hospital and waiting anxiously in the hall. My sister and brother-in-law came with my BIL's little brother (from Big Brothers/Big Sisters) and shared in the wait. One of my step-sisters called from Tennessee because she "had a feeling" and called all of our area hospitals until she found me! I pushed for 2 hours before Bubber finally arrived - all 8lbs 6oz of him. It was a scary, exciting, and exhausting day for me, but well worth it!
Sure, we've had our "moments" over the years, and there have certainly been times that I look back on and wish I could change things. I'm not always a good parent (not that I don't like to think I am, but I know better), and Bubber isn't always a good son. The good thing is, we've both learned to accept each other's faults and know how to interact on a more positive level. Bubber's turning into a wonderful young man, and I can see that he is more and more often making effort to be the kind of person God wants him to be! I wish I could take credit for the change, but I would venture to say it has a LOT to do with the folks at UPBC this summer. He came back from camp with much more interest in God than he's ever had before. Now, if we can just keep that fire stoked...
Some little known facts about Bubber (I "borrowed" this concept from the Wissman Family. They are a phenomenal group of people I will write about in a separate post):
He shares his birthday with his Great-Grandma, Marge Martin.
He has a freckle on either side of his nose (they are symmetrical).
He knew the alphabet, his colors, and shapes by age 2 1/2.
His first best friend was our Rottweiler, Nisa.
He has a Harry Potter-like scar on his forehead (although his was from a fall, not from an evil wizard).
He has had stitches on 3 different occasions. (Boys will be boys)
His real name means "smelly hair".
He loves his little sisters, even when they get into his stuff.
He became officially taller then me when he was 12. (Not a big feat, I'm only 5'1")
In first grade his teacher was amazed at his ability to answer questions correctly even when he didn't even seem to be paying attention.
He's got the world's coolest mom...LOL! Just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention!!
Anyway...I've just been thinking about how the Lord has blessed me with a fine young son, and wanted to share some of those thoughts.
Sure, we've had our "moments" over the years, and there have certainly been times that I look back on and wish I could change things. I'm not always a good parent (not that I don't like to think I am, but I know better), and Bubber isn't always a good son. The good thing is, we've both learned to accept each other's faults and know how to interact on a more positive level. Bubber's turning into a wonderful young man, and I can see that he is more and more often making effort to be the kind of person God wants him to be! I wish I could take credit for the change, but I would venture to say it has a LOT to do with the folks at UPBC this summer. He came back from camp with much more interest in God than he's ever had before. Now, if we can just keep that fire stoked...
Some little known facts about Bubber (I "borrowed" this concept from the Wissman Family. They are a phenomenal group of people I will write about in a separate post):
He shares his birthday with his Great-Grandma, Marge Martin.
He has a freckle on either side of his nose (they are symmetrical).
He knew the alphabet, his colors, and shapes by age 2 1/2.
His first best friend was our Rottweiler, Nisa.
He has a Harry Potter-like scar on his forehead (although his was from a fall, not from an evil wizard).
He has had stitches on 3 different occasions. (Boys will be boys)
His real name means "smelly hair".
He loves his little sisters, even when they get into his stuff.
He became officially taller then me when he was 12. (Not a big feat, I'm only 5'1")
In first grade his teacher was amazed at his ability to answer questions correctly even when he didn't even seem to be paying attention.
He's got the world's coolest mom...LOL! Just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention!!
Anyway...I've just been thinking about how the Lord has blessed me with a fine young son, and wanted to share some of those thoughts.
