I’m still not sure it was a good idea (on my part, I mean) letting him turn seven, and all.
Birthdays are a big deal in our house. Anticipated for months before their actual arrival and our harry-legged little man has been talking about this day for a while now. It wasn’t all that long ago that my short-haired, chubby cheeked toddler couldn’t even count to seven, let alone BE seven! Where has the time gone? Since bringing this dark-eyed bundle home from the hospital time has seemed to fly at a much faster pace. I can’t seem to explain it, and maybe I’m a little scared to think on it for too long, at the risk of wasting more of it – but I just can’t understand when this all happened? When the things of yesterday left us, and the things of today appeared. I remember much from the days gone past with him. His chubby little hands, short hair, tough spirit and eagerness to conquer.When his days were filled with sippy cups, misunderstood jabber, trucks, dinosaurs, and tricycles. But that’s not where we are today. Today:
Our little man’s chub has been replaced with a toned six-pack.
His short hair is now being grown out to one day (hopefully) be pulled back into it’s very own ponytail!
The tricycle has been forgotten for faster means of transportation.
The trucks and dinosaurs moved aside for baseballs and legos.
His tough spirit and eagerness to conquer remain, but even they have been changed. Changed to reflect a little bit more understanding, and a healthy dose of fear. I am so grateful for all the memories the Lord has blessed me with this incredible young man, and as life continues to fly by me, I pray I remember today. The day he turns seven. The day that another year is closed while a new one opens to him. The reality is, I can’t go back, I can’t stop time BUT I can hold on to today while it’s here, and make the most of the moments I have, however short they may be. I want to do my best to remember the good, forget the bad and learn from the worst.
So this day, Treyton’s seventh-year day, I want to remember it for as long as I can. To not wish away whether forward or backward and to make today the best I can for our changing boy-to-man.
Time changes everything, nothing goes untouched. Everything but the ONE that made time. I praise Him that He is left untouched, unchanged and unaffected by time. Because on days like today, days that my baby boy turns seven, that truth is what I need to get through this amazing time.