Today is your 12th birthday. I’m sure like most moms, I can’t believe how fast the time has gone by.
I still remember when you were born, what a happy day that was. Your Daddy and I were so proud to have a son, and your big sister thought you were the best thing ever. A real life baby doll to play with.
You started walking at 8 months old, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t slowed down since.
You’ve always been so full of energy and life.
I’ll never forget your first birthday, when we weren’t looking you climbed up onto the table and ate your cake before we had the chance to sing to you.
When you were almost two, you took off out the front door after a puppy, and Daddy found you around the corner at a neighbors house. As parents, we felt awful, but thank God HE was watching out for you.
When you were three and four you thought you were a superhero, Spiderman being your favorite. You took a few nosedives out the back door, and scraped up your knees and face, but it never slowed you down.
Then you started preschool, and were, of course, the teachers pet. You’ve held that position through out your young childhood, always winning the Christian Character awards at the end of the year, along with just about every academic award available.
I love that your fourth grade teacher called you “Honest Ben”.
You’ve always been a team player, no matter if it was in the school band, soccer, football, or your favorite, baseball. You root for the underdog even it’s your team winning against them. You are so compassionate and tenderhearted, and that’s not a weakness, it’s a great strength.
You are a fantastic brother, your siblings admire you, and I’m proud that you are the example that they see. Although you and Caleb don’t always get along, he loves you very much, and would be lost without you. He’s never not had you in his life, you are an important part of it.
You transitioned so well from private school into public school when we decided to make the change. I don’t know why I was so worried about you, because your character has always been strong, and you’ve stood your ground on your faith, morals, and beliefs. The light of Jesus always has and will continue to shine through you.
Now, your a big middle schooler, turning twelve. The last year of childhood before you become an official teenager.
This afternoon, you’re taking off on an airplane with your Daddy to Holland. You’re going to help minister the Word of God to the people there, side by side with your Dad, in the country where your ancestors came from. It’s a bit overwhelming to think of it, actually.
You are so amazing, son. Your Daddy and I are just as proud of you as we were the day you were born, if not more so. Not because of all your accomplishments and talents, not because of the things you’ve done, or the opinion of your peers and teachers, but just because you are YOU. You are who God made you to be. Exactly as He designed you. You will do great things in your life, because God’s hand is on it. You are blessed, and a blessing, I hope you always know it.