through the day-to-day of his growing up.
Maybe of my growing up too. although I’m not young and I should already be grown. Still, we walk and grow together.
Last Tuesday we walked by 11 waterfalls, and grew together in our experience.
I let him lead – as a man should do. Set the pace, recognize the places to be cautions, start the conversation, make decision about direction – do we continue on or turn back.
He did well.
I let go of my control so he could step into the role of man – it was a constant internal conversation with myself to hold back the suggestions and encourage him with my body language and my words that he was making great choices – which he was.
I do not want to be the parent that provokes anger (Ephesians 6:4) by giving leadership and then undermining it.
It is a struggle within me. For the sake of my child I continue to hold my tongue over the little things.
So he can be respected and learn to lead I step cautiously as I approach the brink of various falls, knowing that his fear of heights causes him to advise more caution than my habits dictate. But over-cautious I am to honor his leading.
As we hike along those 11.5 miles he tires, and towards the end our roles reverse – he reaches for my hand as a comfort while he fights fatigue. I am, after all, his Momma. His comfort and safety.
But I’ve learned not to underestimate his abilities. It is time to call him to more.