This week my daughter has been studying between 10:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m.  This left her plenty of time to help her grandmother, volunteer at church, spend time with friends, play outside, get together with family, read books, play games, crochet, make and decorate gingerbread cookies, ride her unicycle, sketch, listen to and make music.  I am sure there was time for the computer and video games as well.  I awoke this morning to the sound of her playing Christmas carols on the electric piano.  This she has learned on her own, as with most things.  I just provided the instrument; she makes the music.  She is twelve years old, bright, bubbly and energetic.

Just this evening I spent an hour and a half engaged in the most pleasant and intellectually stimulating conversation with my son.  Our conversation spanned everything from lifestyle, finances, economics, religion, philosophy, literature, pop culture, ethics, history, careers, business, friendship, society and family.  I thoroughly enjoyed listening to his many interesting ideas, hypotheses and suppositions as we sat near the fireplace and talked by the light of the Christmas tree.  He is fourteen and I am delighted to keep his company and blessed to say we’re related.  The Holy Spirit is his teacher.  I am his mother and I wear that title as a badge of honor.

I trust that their Heavenly Father has a better plan than anything I could come up with for them and so I exercise faith as I regularly release them to learn to be who they were created to be in all the fullness, power and beauty that comes with being a child of God.

© Una-Melina // Worthy Books & Things, 2012.