I heard male voices. I looked at my husband and said, "Who are those men? Who's talking out there?"
We were on vacation, my husband, myself and our two youngest sons, ages 14 & 16. No one else was at the cabin but the four of us, so hearing these deep male voices was a surprise to me. I listened. A minute passed. The men kept talking.
Then I knew.
Those men are my little boys!
My, oh, my. In an instant I was taken back to the time, when my oldest son was 12 years old and I awoke to a man's voice in the house. I was frantic for a minute, jumping out of bed and running down the stairs to see who the kids had let in the house without my knowledge. As I got down the stairs, breathless, my 12-year-old said, in a deep, unrecognizable voice, "Hey, Mom."
What? I demanded, "Why are you talking like that?"
"I'm just talking, Mom, not 'like' anything."
My boy. There was no cracking of the voice over a months-long process of his voice changing. It was overnight. Instantaneous. Irreversible.
My, oh, my.
My now 16-year-old, my 4th son, has had his deep voice for some time now, as has my 14-year-old. But something clicked inside me when I heard the two of them talking and sounding like men.
And I smile.
And I thank our gracious God for His generosity to me in giving me eight healthy children, yes, even my little boys who are now grown men.
Overwhelming? For sure. But beyond rewarding.......this motherhood thing has eternal rewards.
Young moms, savor. The time is flying. Savor even on the days you want to pull your hair out.