One dozen years old. Seems surreal, really.
Ben has been in middle school for three months now, but, honestly, he’s still adjusting. Yes, there have been some frustrating moments, but I’m proud of his attitude to adjust socially, logistically, and academically.
I wrote about Ben two months ago when he decided to follow Christ and made that profession of faith public with baptism. There have been transitions there too bit for him as a person and me as his mom. His convictions and responsibilities have changed. Greg and I have always encouraged him before to make the Taylor name proud because he’s representing a family legacy. But now we encourage him to wear the name of Christ well.
Ben loves to put together and take apart things. He prefers math and science because there are concrete answers. He’s less interested in abstract assignments. His locker is a mess, his binder holds so many papers, and his dirty laundry often makes a trail from where he’s been. But he sees a need and wants to help. He remembers experiences and always wants to know what’s happening next.
For a dozen years, this boy has kept me on my toes and taught me so much about myself as I’ve figured out how to parent him. He has a courageous faith that brings others in and loves to make others laugh. He loves our cats, newspaper comics, his friends, and non-fiction fact & record books. He plays soccer and basketball … and doesn’t mind when the seasons overlap.
Ben, so many nights my bedtime prayers for you include being thankful I get to be your mom. That’s entirely true and I will thank God for you all the days of my life. You’re sandwiched between your sisters and wish you had a brother, but our family is stronger and braver with you in it. I love being able to make you laugh, which is why I knew those magic candles that wouldn’t go out were perfect for your birthday cake.
I’m proud of the adjustments and transitions you’ve made, especially when life seems confusing to you. Keep running toward God; he has plans for you beyond anything you can imagine and will finish the good work He’s begun in you.
I love you, son. Happiest birthday to you!
I share more of Ben’s story in my book “Peace in the Process: How Adoption Built My Faith & My Family,” which is available on Amazon or directly from me. Look back on my boy’s life: 1 year old. 2 years old. 3 years old. 4 years old. 5 years old. 6 years old. 7 years old. 8 years old. 9 years old. 10 years old. 11 years old.