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Y'all. It's Harvest Time.


Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a

harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9


It's harvest time y'all.

I have a 16 year old today. He is beautiful in every way. He is a delight to his father and I, an incredible person to just be around and today I am receiving the rewards for not giving up.

What do I mean by that? Well, let me tell you....

This child has driven me past the point of crazy and beyond more times than I can even remember. He began his journey into the land of language at nine months of age with his first sentence being, "No, touch!" Why? Because he was into EVERYTHING. I could not keep him out of drawers, trashcans, cabinets, closets, whatever. You name it and he was in it. I did not realize I could take a shower and the apocalypse not occur till I had Noah who would just sit quietly in his bouncer till I finished.

He has/had an insatiable curiosity that never would be quiet! What's this? What's that? How does that work? Where are we going? Why are we going? Why do I have to do that? Why, Where, What, Who and When for on and on and on and on till I was certain my ears were bleeding.

He has/had the ability to argue his side, his vantage point with the cunning skill of a lawyer since he was two years old. Two years old, people! Do you know how incredibly embarrassing it is to always lose an argument to a TWO YEAR OLD?!

And this crazy child waited until he was FOUR years of age to make a lifetime commitment to underwear and forgo pull-ups. There was no reasoning with him. It did not matter that I was 29 and he was 4. It did not make one difference what bribe I offered or coercion I attempted, or how much I yelled or disciplined. It did not matter one tiny bit. He was ready, when he was ready and not until he was ready.

I just love that about him.

There was the constant messes, the constant noise, the constant everyday draining that goes with having small children at home and I remember just trying to survive most of those days. I was completely out numbered with a four, three and one year old and don't understand how I possess any sanity at all today.