These boys... these wacky boys of mine...
just won't stop growing...
Which, of course, is as it should be...
But still tugs at my heart strings, because...
one day they were bouncing off the walls with an energy level that would make an over-caffeinated squirrel wish he had more enthusiasm...
and the next day they're turning into young men.
Growing in their abilities, their independence, their intelligence, and their maturity.
Which, of course IS the goal we're working toward, but still...
You can understand that it's a bit bittersweet.
And lately I've seen the most change in this one.
My sweet po-Tater.
Which I am still allowed to call him in the privacy of our home,
but nowhere else, at his kind request.
This young man gets himself up every morning at six. He goes downstairs and reads his Bible, and studies his CAP materials, and does his exercises. Without anyone telling him to.
Isn't he handsome?
And you know what he did? Just a couple weeks ago he finished
reading all the way through the entire Bible.
I'm so proud of him! Sure he didn't understand it all. Do you? But he's learning.
So last night we had a little party. Grandpa and Grandma came, and Aunt Tami. (Uncle Dave and Allyson being unavailable.) And we celebrated Tate. We're all excited about the Cochlear Implant - I think it will change his life
But I know what is already changing his life. Whether he hears wonderfully or eventually goes profoundly deaf, he'll be all right. He has placed himself in good hands, and he's growing and maturing in his faith.
Hebrews 5:13-14 says
Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant,
is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness.
But solid food is for the mature,
who by constant use have trained themselves
to distinguish good from evil.
That's why I'm so proud of my Tater :D