Your mama told you…
Sorry. I couldn’t resist that drift towards pop-culture with that one.
Lincoln. Oh my fiery Lincoln.
I just re-read last year’s blog so that I could freshen up on how you’ve grown and changed. Just the photo alone made a little weepy because your face alone has changed so much.
Our family has had a crazy whirlwind year since your last birthday. This time last year we had just bought our new home in Dallas and were were scurrying around to purge half of our things and sell our house in Frisco. You left the house you were born in to move into a smaller house and share a room with your big brother. After a rough go in Kinder, you & I gave homeschool a good old fashioned try. We made it a good 3.5 months. Then I decided you were just too smart for me and you’d be much happier at school. I was right! You blew me away this year with your school work and academic progress. I knew you were smart, but I had no idea how brilliant you actually were. You fell right into a groove in first grade and I could not be more proud.
You had your first wrestling season and won a gold medal on your very first tournament!! Wrestling may not be your most favorite sport, but you are sure are fun to watch! I know that your heart follows gymnastics and I love watching how intently you focus on the coach and the skills being taught. You really try your hardest and that makes me so proud.
I think this past year we have noticed two major things in you:
- that your mind works differently than most people’s
- you love the Lord so much
The more time we spend with you we notice how sharp your mind is. You speak in sentences with college level vocabulary often. You can calculate number sequences in your head. You can master any game- electronic or old school board game, and then school every opponent. I wish I knew what went on in that little brain of yours. It is constantly moving like a hamster wheel. You take everything literally. Every. Single. Thing. Black or white. No gray. No maybe. Things either are or they are not. You mean business and like productivity.
This year, as a family we have become more involved in church. We are also members of a church with amazing teaching, especially for kids. Lincoln, I really believe that you love the Lord. I believe that the Holy Spirit walks with you and helps you. You have such conviction for the Word and for the gospel.
Lat year I wrote that I feel like I fail you daily. I wish I could say that has changed. You are different from the other kids in that you have high expectations of yourself and everyone around you. I get it, I am exactly the same. I want what I think is the best for myself and for others. And in doing that, I am hard on myself when I don’t meet the expectations that I set out before me. And in turn I am hard on others when they don’t meet the expectations I have set for them. That leaves me feeling sad, often. My prayer for you is that you would learn to have grace for yourself and grace for others. I pray that you would be okay when you make mistakes, and that you would forgive others of theirs as well.
A long time ago, your daddy and I heard a pastor preach on the verse from Proverbs:
“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
This is the verse that lingers in my heart in regards to parenting you. Lincoln, that verse doesn’t instruct me to train you in MY way, and it doesn’t even say GOD’s way. It says THE way. You have a certain bend and inclination towards things the rest of us have no interest in. You value different things. You spend your time differently. There are things about you that will never ever change. All I can do as your mommy is plant seeds of grace and truth and help guide and support you in THE way in which your heart naturally grows.
I know you like to hear about the day you were born, so here you go….
Your daddy and I tried to have a baby for many months. We prayed and prayed that God would give us another baby. When we finally found out you were growing in my tummy we cried. The doctor told us it was a boy growing inside my tummy and we immediately decided to name you Lincoln after your great Grampy, Louis Lincoln.
The day you showed up, July 28, 2009, I thought you would never get here. Finally after about 12 hours of mommy in the hospital, you arrived!! You were the tiniest most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You had dark auburn hair and you kept your little hands crossed, like a tiny little man. Your daddy looked at you and he looked at me and said “Lincoln is so different and so special.”
When you were a baby you cried a lot. You never consistently wanted the same thing. Except snuggles. You ALWAYS wanted snuggles.
Lincoln, we are so proud of our big 7 year old. Keep on walking to the beat of your own drum.