I just realized when I typed the title of this that Linc has probably had the most nicknames out of all the Caney boys. Poor middle child!
If you are new to reading, you should know that I write my boys birthday blogs. Or at least I have for the past few years. They don’t get big parties or a ton of over indulgences on their special day, but they do get a heart-felt piece of writing from mommy.
The other thing you should know is that two-thirds of the Caney boys have birthdays in the next 4 days. Pardon me… while I just take a nap real quick.
My dearest Linc, my RedHead #2, my middle child, kindrid spirit, mini-me……..
We’ve had a big year haven’t we? This time last year we were getting all ready to start Kindergarten! You have grown so much! Learning to read and making so many new friends made for such am exciting year. You started two new sports– gymnastics & wrestling– and have been awesome at both!! I really love watching you try to perfect your cartwheels, hundreds of times every day.
Now Linc, let’s be honest. I want to be honest with you because I love you. But know that with love comes grace, and so I love you where you’re at, no matter what. Lincoln Caney, you are hard. You are hard to please and you are hard to love. Most days, at least once, I feel like I have failed you as a mommy. With your high expectations of everyone and everything, I go to bed thinking that I haven’t done anything right. The enemy uses my weaknesses as a mother to twist me up and make me feel like you deserve someone different to parent you. He feeds me the lie that you’d be happier if you had another mommy. So let’s work on this together this year? Let’s both work on being more accepting of things. Let’s give room for grace and pursue others with love first. Jesus loved first, especially the ones who were the hardest to love.
You are so ridiculously smart. I am not saying this because I am your mom, but because it’s true. I love to see your eyes twinkle when you talk about something you love. I love to lay in bed with you at night, nose to nose, and listen to your stories and hear you speak your mind and heart. You remind me so much of myself, I can’t even stand it.
The thing that I love the most about you, Linc, is your passion. You have so much fire burning deep inside you. Sometimes that fire is for good and sometimes for not so good. But I believe that everything that makes you difficult, is also what makes you so amazing. I pray that the Lord would show you how to fuel that fire for good things.
Lincoln, I love that you don’t care about clothes and wear old gym shorts & tshirts every day. I love that everything you put in your hand, whether it be a clothes hanger or a paper towel holder, becomes a weapon. I love that you are selective about your friends and only open up to special people. I love that you have no fear- no fear of what others think nor fear of other things in the world. I love that you love Jesus, and that you speak your mind when it comes to Him. You aren’t afraid to share your faith and Bible stories with others. I love that the Lord is using you. He is using you to speak to me and daddy. There are times that His words have come right out of your little toothless mouth at exactly the time I needed to hear them. He is using you to sanctify me daily and teach me hard lessons. And most of all, He is using you to show me that you are not mine at all, but you are His precious child. One that He has knitted and formed perfectly and that only by His grace, He is only allowing me to be your mommy.
Happy Birthday, my Gingersnap. I am so in love with you.