It’s Noah’s eleventh birthday today and Charlie is catching up to him as he just turned six last month. It’s so weird to write that, so very odd to think I have two children, two wild, rowdy boys (maybe not living in my home, but two children just the same) that are eleven and six years old!

Can someone please explain to me where the time went? Better yet, can someone please stop the clock so they will not grow any older! I can remember each of my boys being born, just as if it were yesterday. Noah barely weighed four pounds and twelve ounces while Charlie, who was born later in pregnancy than Noah was smaller at only four pounds and six ounces! Now these guys are HUGE! Noah’s tall and skinny, while Charlie is shorter and stockier.

I’m proud and scared all at the same time that my children are the ages that they are; proud because we (me, them, family, extended family, etc.) have come along way. We’ve all worked together to mold both of these babies into the little boys they are and the big boys they are quickly becoming! We’ve made it through trials and tribulations and ups and downs. It hasn’t been smooth, but what journey is? It’s the bumps along the way that we really remember and learn and grow from isn’t it?

At the same time, as being proud of these boys, I’m scared. Ok, I’d admit that I’m terrified! I’m terrified because the harder stuff is coming. As both of my kids grow and mature and begin to learn about things in life, I am going to be faced with more questions (from each of them), more explanations, and more talks about the “hard stuff.” It’s not going to be easy, but I know that somehow someway, God will see us through it just as he has until now.

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