
Brandon at 6mos
Note: This year I made this my monthly article for my support group newsletter. Brandon (who is my Burt) will love that I am celebrating him with almost 300 of his closest friends and families




Mary's Musings
This month's Musing's is very bittersweet. You see, today is the eve of my oldest sons 17th birthday. As I begin to type the tears are flowing and my heart is aching. It's gone too fast. I want to do it again!
I can honestly tell you that my Brandon has far exceeded all of my husband's and I's best hopes and dreams. Brandon loves people, and more importantly he loves his Lord. God has given him an incredibly deep and abiding heart for those that are hurting or discouraged. He is my others centered child.
Part of me silently screams, Where did the time go? I close my eyes and the memories begin to flood back in...., I remember using a unit study curriculum several years ago where we learned about the world around us through the stories contained within award winning picture books. I specifically remember reading, "Follow The Drinking Gourd". This book was Brandon's first exposure to slavery. As I turned the last page and gently closed the book, he looked up at me with big blue eyes, full of innocence and confusion, in absolute shock that people could be treated so unfairly. The Lord was giving me my first glimpse of the where Brandon's spiritual gifting lay...., People!
A few years later I remember sitting on the couch with him during 911. We prayed together for our country. He was just 9 years old and his thoughts were of those families who would be getting news that their loved ones had died in that horrible tragedy.
Fast forward a couple of years and a good friend of his slipped into rebellion. I was so moved as I watched this son pray for his friend, but the memory tugging at my heart this morning was when he went to his friends mother and encouraged her. This is the core of who God made Brandon to be.
No, he is not perfect. There were seasons of training and correction. There were seasons we pulled in and focused on heart issue's. I know that his weaknesses are mine. He struggles with consistency when there is no passion, and I am thankful that homeschooling has afforded us the opportunity to grow together in this area. I now stare up into this very grown up masculine face and know that my season of training and raising this incredible young man is quickly fading. If I do my job well, then I strive to work myself out of one.
My heart is tender for the young mama's who might be reading this today. I pray that the Lord will help you to relax and enjoy your children for who they are. I certainly did not parent Brandon to become the people person he is. God just entrusted my husband and I to guard the gift He has given him. Snuggle, read together, laugh together, talk together. This season is short. Don't blink because it is over before you know it.
Happy Birthday my sweet Brandon! Your father and I love you so very much! It was an honor to walk away from a nursing career and to spend my life with you. You have grown up into such an outstanding young man and filled your mama's heart with memories that I will hold dear the rest of my life! I love you, I love you, I love you!

Brandon helping me up front at one of our monthly support group meetings. Where did the time go?