OK, let me get this straight. You go to the hospital and they give you this tiny infant boy child. You bring him home and shield him from the toddler/preschooler siblings, feed him cereal and chicken nuggets and taquitos, take him to camp, pick him up at practice and in an old-school Wonder Woman slow-mo spin, he is suddenly a responsible, good looking, kind-hearted, fun loving 18-year old with a job and a car and a tattoo and a bank account? I don’t think I have been adequately prepared for this.
Do you know what this means? This means that our family has gone from 2 adults with 4 kids to 2 adults and FOUR. ADULT. KIDS. It is impossible to comprehend. My brain is exploding with joy and nostalgia and complete baffle-mania.
I mean, I was a little shocked when he went to kindergarten and then immediately was finished with elementary school. Then when he got his first skateboard, and the next thing you know the great state of Virginia was all, “Sure…he can drive a car.” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head, racheted the prayer life up to 11 and handed over the keys.
And you know what? This youngest tiny baby of mine? He is a great, safe driver. He doesn’t “act” for me. I complimented him recently on his caution behind the wheel and his reply was, “My friends say that all the time.” I mean, he is actually a safer driver than me. And I’ve been to Safe Driving School at least three times!
This 4th child of mine has goals.
This young man makes good choices.
This glimpse of the future–he is polite and thoughtful and makes me relax a little bit about politics and the state of the world today. He helps me see the next generation has good ideas and lots of energy, and can formulate a good plan and rally support for a group project. He is diligent and hard-working and well-liked and compassionate and creative and did I mention funny? I couldn’t be more proud.
Happy Birthday Christopher Bowman Hendrix.
You are a great man.
I just didn’t see it coming so quickly.