My oldest is 16 today. Maybe that explains my melancholy for the past few days.
I wasn’t prepared for him to grow up so fast. But then again, I wasn’t prepared to bring him home from the hospital. I was scared. I remember asking for my “owner’s manual” when we were leaving the hospital. The nurses laughed at me.
Seriously, people. You get an owner’s manual with every major kitchen appliance and car you purchase. You even get instructions with the frozen lasagna from Stouffer’s, but you ask nicely about what to do with the new born baby they’re just letting you walk out of the hospital with and you get NOTHING.
Oh, yeah. There was some lame book about “What to Expect When You Come Home From the Hospital and You Finally Have to Take Care of Your Baby By Yourself in the Middle Night.” It wasn’t very helpful.
I survived those sleepless nights. And now I’m looking for a new manual. The one that explains the mood swings of a teenage boy and tells you how to interpret the grunts that he thinks passes as communication.
So, I’m scared again. He’s learning to drive and becoming more independent every day. I know that’s the way it’s supposed to be, but I’m just not prepared for him to be growing up so fast.
I have a feeling the sleepless nights are about to return.
“Train up a child up in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6