I’d like you to meet my son. The Boy. A young man standing on the edge. Needing to make a decision. About his present. His future. His life.
He dreams. We pray. And talk. So many options. So many things to decide.
Just as I walked behind him as he learned to walk on his two toddler feet, I walk beside him. I’m here if he needs me. Otherwise, I’m letting him walk the bridge to manhood.
And as this momma begins to let her baby fly from her nest, I make a decision.
The Boy is gone.
In his place is my son, a young man. Son of my right hand.