Rob just turned 12. It makes me feel both proud and apprehensive (okay, and old). Seeing him on Sunday with is new white shirt and tie brought tears to my eyes. Hearing Jeff's blessing as he was ordaining him a Deacon did the same. In the blessing, Rob was counseled to cast off the things of childhood and become a man. I witnessed this the first time he passed the sacrament in church (gratefully, my long-standing fear that he would drop the entire tray of water went unfulfilled), and my heart swelled with pride as I watched my little boy, all grown up, walking up and down the aisles with confidence.
Then came Monday, when this same grown up boy farted at the breakfast table purely to annoy his little brother. And repeatedly burped as loud as he could later that same day for the same purpose. He's at scout camp this week, and I'm glad I'm not there to witness what other types of 12-year-old-shennanigans might be taking place there.
So I remind myself - becoming a man is a process, not an event. And like most 12-year-old boys, Rob has several years to go.
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We sure had fun that day.
Rob really is a great kid!
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