This guy here? The one with the two legs, not the four. It seems like not long ago that he was so little, so anxious about the wider world. I remember that despite his love of dance, he would tremble back stage, clutching my hand, nearly breaking the teeny bones in my hand because he squeezed so tightly.
I've never been one to push my kids. They only squeeze your hands for a moment in time. And then you turn around and they are a teen. Going off on mission trips and helping others. Chatting with friends and planning outings that only occasionally involve me getting him at least part way to the destination. This year he has two part time jobs---one at the dance school and one at the local grocery store. He's saving up for a cooler phone than what his mom will buy him. And the little guy who was afraid to go on stage? That guy decided to try out for one of the acting roles in recital. This studio does theater as well as dance. He auditioned and got a part. He will be the godfather in the dance school version of Shark Tale!
This spring he will turn 15 and I know the pace of changes and separation and working towards newly defined dreams will only intensify. So for now I am grateful for the fact that he still gives hugs warmly and willingly. That he asks each day when I come home how my day was and that he enjoys movie nights with his doddering parents. I am blessed.