That's MY Boy

It's no secret that I like to brag about my kids. I love them, I'm proud of them, and as a SAHM, my world kind of centers around them.  It's pretty obvious as you scroll through my Instagram feed, there's picture after picture of my children.  Sure, there's the occasional animal, pet, scenery or snarky moment photo--but mostly, it's my boys.  I know they are far from perfect, but I think they're the best people ever.  Yes, even on the days they turn my hair gray, cause me to question my sanity, and get on my last frazzled nerve--they are the best people ever.  Even when they are most certainly not the best people ever, they still are.

They seem to take turns being questionable human beings, so thankfully, I'm not always hit with it all at once.  I can usually count on at least one to behave and make my heart swell with maternal pride while the other one(s) are making me wonder whose children they are as I scan our backyard, the grocery store, church or Chik Fil A for their mother...

One of the things that particularly makes me smile--those moments that make my heart full and cause that hitch in my breathing (the one that usually signals joyous tears are about to pour)--is when I see the lessons I'm desperate for my children to learn coming to fruition.  It's often a struggle between what we, the parents, are trying to teach our children, and what society and the schools are teaching them.

We are a Christian family.  There are certain things we know to be true, and other things we know to be false. Our pastor recently finished a message series about what, and how, we need to be teaching our children, raising them up, preparing them to lead and stand up for their beliefs.  We are in a fight for our children: their lives, their hearts, their souls.

All of that came to fruition recently, on Noah's first day of school.

One of Noah's teachers brought up the theory of evolution.  Noah raised his hand ("I said 'Respectfully sir,' so that makes it okay, right, Mom?") and stated that he was not formed from some kind of unidentifiable goop, but he was formed in his mother's womb by his Father, God.

Do you see me jumping with joy?????  He's listening!  He's listening to me, our pastor, his youth group leaders--he's listening!  And he's putting it into practice!!

When the teacher went on to question if anyone else in the class had a religion, Noah again, respectfully, corrected the teacher.  "Sir, it's not about religion.  It's about relationship.  It's my belief, and it's what I know to be true."

Yes, that's MY boy.  That's God's son, and he's one of the best people ever.