“Do you know why I’m riding around in my wheelchair? It’s ’cause I’m old.”
I acknowledged his elderly state.
“Yeah. I’m nine-TEEN.”
We had a few kids in to the pediatrician today for physicals. He commented on how my children act, but he said something that struck me.
If you can control the mouth, you can control the body.
He commented that he’s never seen my kids talk back or be mouthy. That don’t. They wouldn’t. But as the teen years stare us down, I am reminded again, to remember that out of the mouth comes the evidence of the heart.
Children are born small, needing everything. Yet an infant feels far easier than this parenting teens thing I’m facing. I have eight children, but I never had a teen until now. It’s strange, new territory.
Praying I can mother well, finish strong, and that God’s grace fills in for my shortcomings – until even Pierce is OLD.