I have a secret.
My son, Tunes, is back! He’s actually been back for a couple of weeks.
One happy momma, RIGHT HERE!
Not because I can’t let go. Not because I’m being codependent or enabling. Not because, “I told you so.”
But because I love my son, and God is faithful.
He’s grown up so much. He’s not a little boy anymore.
We’ve got some boundaries set up. Not that they’re any different than before, but they’re there.
He will be treated as a grown man, as long as he continues to act like one. He starts acting stupid, well then he’s out.
He will start paying, continue working, and act responsibly.
So far, he’s been doing a great job. I couldn’t be more prouder of him. Well, except when he eats my Italian turkey sausage that I’ve been saving.
But I’m not even mad, because he’s eating. That’s something he was neglecting to do while he’s been out of the house for the past nine months.
I don’t include Subway, as eating if you only do it twice a day, everyday. He has a hook up. Still, he’s resourceful. He made it work. I’m just glad he’s eating real food again.
Last night was the first night he sat down and had dinner with us.
Oh, how I’ve missed him. And when I say missed him, I don’t just mean him physically being in my home.
No, he’s finally broken through whatever has been holding him back.
He’s growing into the person I knew he could be. The one I’ve been dreaming of. The one I’ve been praying for.
When I see Tunes, now, he’s smiling. He’s talking. He’s sitting down, watching TV or interacting with his siblings. He’s loving on the dog he’s never liked. He’s helping his brother with his homework and he’s playing with his sister.
He’s never done these things before. I don’t know what’s been holding him captive, but he’s finally free of it.
It makes my heart sing.
In all honesty, I know it wasn’t his decision to come back. He really didn’t have another option. His room he was staying in was requested back.
He did try to make other arrangements first. They were put on hold, until the end of the month. We shall see.
But until then, I will marvel at the young man he has turned into.
When he left, two months before he graduated high school, and I poured my heart out to God in prayer, I had no idea the plan he had for my son.
But I trusted he had one. I trusted he loved my son, even more than I did.
I didn’t know it, but I knew it. Does that make sense? It’s, faith. Having it is easy, growing it is… well, scary.
My Heavenly Father,
Thank you for your faithfulness. Thank you for your promises. Thank you for the opportunities to grow my faith, my faith in you.
Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. – Hebrews 11:1