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Hayden has always been a dreamer and a builder. And I have always been a skeptic and a pessimist. That's why I cringed when he brought home two large rusted lockers that had been discarded and a 2 by 7 piece of wood with the idea of building his own desk. If you think that made me shake my head no on the inside, you can imagine my internal reaction when he started buying parts (many, many parts) to build his own computer.

I didn't score an "A" for encouragement in either of those plan announcements.

The best I did was keep my mouth shut. I refrained from saying things like

"That desk is going to take up your entire room"

And

"How much money have you spent on this so far?"

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

 

Ok.  Not really.

I said all of those things.  But I didn't brow beat the boy this time.

Because in a few short months Hayden will be eighteen.

And because he was paying for it.

And maybe most important, why not?

Was it possible that the desk would become a gianormous fixture that would overwhelm his somewhat small room?
Absolutely.

Was it likely that he'd bust his computer budget and run out of money?
Sure.

Was it probable that he would find himself in a slightly tragic situation where he'd spent hour upon hour and dollars upon dollars to build his own computer and then it not work?
Mm hmm. (Does he even know how much those things cost?)

That's why not.

I knew lots of good reasons why my soon-to-be eighteen year old shouldn't be let loose to create catastrophe.

But a small voice inside urged me to throw caution to the wind.

It was the same voice I heard years ago as I stood in the checkout line at Walmart.  As the last few items ceased their ride on the counter conveyer belt, I noticed Hayden lifting up the thick black belt and peering underneath studying exactly how toothpaste and cereal boxes got from point A to point B (the cashier).

Never in all my years have I had the slightest bit of curiosity about such a thing. But he did. And in that moment I remember being struck at his intrigued nature. And I remember the notion being impressed upon me to let him be.  This was one of the many times I realized my problem of getting right smack in the middle of something God might be doing with him.

Too many times I've interfered. In my mind it's my job to prevent failure, but so many times I sabotage his opportunity to grow and to learn.

Experience and growth are things we can count on happening when we as parents ever so often listen to the still small voice that tells us to let them be.

Their successfully doing what they set out to do isn't always the true goal. The attempt to do things they have yet to do before will grow them.

Allowing them to do things that you never did, or your friends' kids never did will give them unique experience.

And (I hate this one…..But) failure will
grow them and give them experience to guide them.

If his self-made computer ended up not working after taking up a couple of hard-earned paychecks, he'll have learned.

And so it goes with a computer made with his own hands that works like a charm.

So as Paul says in Philippians 1,

 peace to you from God....

being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. -Philippians 1:6

 

-Thankful we can be partners in the gospel of grace; showing that God continues to do a good work even in slow learners like myself.

I love this guy
I love this guy

P.S. Can't close without telling you. After two days of putting together a hundred tiny pieces of "things" and consultations with two computer geeks, Hayden's computer is up and running. I'll take one hole punch on my mama brag card.

-Hayden approved this message.

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He who forms the mountains,

creates the wind,

and reveals his thoughts to man,

he who turns dawn to darkness,

and treads the high places of the earth-

the LORD God Almighty is his name.

Amos 4:13

  We've been able to take a few afternoon trips to Crystal Beach this summer.  We've had the loveliest time.  This past trip Jason came out of the local store with a kite.  I was never much on kites as a kid because we lived near too many trees. Still I was excited about the possibility.

A nice strong wind on the beach encouraged us in our kite flying endeavor.  After we set up our beach camp, Jason tore the kite out of the bag.  He held on to the plastic handle bundled with string as Hayden held the kite.  I watched as Hayden tossed the kite in the air careful to aim the nose in the direction of the wind. It fell as swiftly as it rose.  I switched my attention to the girls momentarily then noticed a minute later that the guys had the hang of it.

Later in the afternoon, when no one was watching, I took my turn with the kite.  I held on to the handle wound with string and then tossed the kite carefully with the other hand only to find the kite flightless. 

Determined, I continued in my effort.

Instead of tossing the kite, I slightly lifted it- gently offering it to the wind.  And the wind knew what to do.

Slowly, the current of air wrapped itself around the wings and softly took the kite.

I unwound the string from the handle according to the demand of the wind.  The higher the kite was, the more quickly I was forced to release more string.  Before I knew it, the kite was soaring. My fingers wrapped tightly around the handle, I held on to "my kite" as it danced.

But as I watched it in flight I soon came to a realization. I  wasn't really in control nor had I been in control. The kite was being held and guided by the current.  My firm grip on the handle only served to keep the kite from escaping from me.

In time,  I let go of the handle so that the kite could be tied to the firm base of our canopy. I continued to watch proudly and with admiration as the kite changed directions; as it dipped and then soared higher.

And then I turned to watch my children play, suddenly aware that a time will come when they too will soar.

 

Favorite Beach pictures from this Summer