Grown Up

In that way of nearly three year olds who occasionally turn into sages, my son intoned from the backseat, "Mama, someday I'm going to be a grown up."

Half a breath and one thousand thoughts in a moment.

Someday he will be an adult.  He'll remember some of the things I said. I just don't get to pick which ones.

Not my kids...but apparently they
took the same picture every year.

Someday he'll be a certain kind of man.

Someday he'll have to face hurt, rejection, disappointment.

Someday he might get married and have kids.

Someday we might be close, or we might not.

Someday he will love or reject the faith his father and I have taught him.

"Yes, honey. Someday you'll be a grown up."

"Yeah," he said confidently looking out the window. "And I'm going to drink coffee."