I am thankful. I am thankful for little boys and for one in particular.
I’m thankful for a boy who loves to roll around in the dirt but hates to have messy hands. I’m thankful for a boy who continues to climb to the highest point of any room even though his face still shows the scars of falling. A boy who says “I’m hungry” 5 minutes after eating. I’m thankful for a boy who loves bugs, blocks, puzzles, and planes. I’m thankful for a little boy who melts my heart as he wraps his little arms tightly around my neck and whispers “I lub you mom.” I am thankful for my son.
I really didn’t think I would have a son. I was certain that my 3rd child would be another girl. I was shocked to learn I was having a son. I asked the ultrasound technician if he was sure so many times that he finally took the little arrow, placed it just right, and said with annoyance “Do you see this? Girls don’t have these!”
I am thankful that God knows better than I. I wasn’t sure I wanted a boy. I wasn’t sure I would like a boy. I wasn’t sure I could be a mom to a boy. I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to love a boy. God knew that a boy was just what I needed. God knew that a son would bring balance and joy to our family. God knew a boy would change everything.
Our boy will turn 4 on Saturday. I’m so thankful for all the ways he’s changed our lives for the better. Our family wouldn’t be complete with out him and all his sweet, messy, loud, goofy, boyhood splendor. Our faith as a family has grown because of our boy, starting at the moment of his conception. He might be the youngest and the littlest (although he’s now nearly as tall as his sister) but he’s never gone unnoticed.
Father in Heaven, I know today more than ever that you are a good God. I am so thankful for the son you have so graciously given to our family. I pray he continues to grow “in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men.” Teach me how to love him more. Teach me how to guide him. Thank you for the many things you’ve already taught me through him. In Jesus name, amen.