What A Teenage Boy Needs From His Mom: A Blessing
A mother longs to support her children, but in adolescence, support for a boy can look a little different. During the teenage years, boys may need to pull away from their moms so they can discover a sense of self. This change is developmentally appropriate but is still not easy for a mother.
When she can honor the relational transition, she “holds space” for her son’s growth. This month’s focus is on Encouraging Parents, so today, we share with you one mom’s reflection as she offers her son what every teenage boy needs from his mom: a blessing. For a PDF copy, click DOWNLOAD THE PDF.
GOODBYE CHILD, WELCOME SON.
Okay, maybe you are not that little, standing at six feet tall.
I do enjoy the man you are becoming,
but there are moments when I whisk back in time
where blankets and chairs were forts fit for kings.
I see the little boy,
who slips his small, soft fingers in-between mine
as we count steps and jump cracks
careful not to break our mothers’ backs.
We laugh until our bellies ache and wrestle while the cookies bake.
I miss him sometimes.
The child. The boy.
I look at your manly face,
taking in the defined cheekbones and wisps of hair on your chin.
I search for a glimpse.
Where did he go?
It seems like just yesterday, we put angels in snow.
I see it.
Deep within the blue,
the eyes of the child, the boy I once knew.
How can my heart be in two places at once?
I celebrate the man you are becoming and,
at the same time,
grieve the loss of the boy you once were.
My heart blushes with the uncomfortable presence
of both joy and grief.
My soul holds both fire and ice. How can this be?
I preserve within my heart,
the memories and moments of mother and child.
As the sands shift and seasons stir, I hope,
for what will become of us,
but more, for what will become of you.
We’ve walked side-by-side, on the same path, you and I.
But the time has come,
where a trail whispers for me,
and another calls to you.
We’ve come to a path, split into two,
those deep blue eyes, sparkle anew.
An adventure awaits,
manhood, it seems.
It’s here, at last,
decisions and dreams.
you’ve withdrawn your hand from mine.
My lips quiver as I attempt to shape them into a smile.
The time is right. The time is now.
A tear emerges, its’ warmth comforts the bitter unrest of my soul.
Slow and steady –
it makes its’ way down my cheek, pausing,
only briefly, at my chin,
before falling silently to the ground.
If only time would move this slow, because now,
it’s time to go.
I bless you, my child.
Step into your voyage and ventures.
Live life collecting the shells of memories and moments
within the shifting of sands.
Spread your wings and fly.
Go find your place and make your space in this world.
You were created for such a time as this.
Take a step, then take two, use your energy, crave the new.
Off you go, my boy, a young man.
You will do swell,
The back of his head
is all that I see
as as he steps onto the path
He turns with a smile
as big as his face,
my fears settle down-
he’s in the right space.
The leaves rustle above,
watching the stage
as he comes of age.
My trail whispers to me,
“Not here, you’ll stay,”
so I shuffle my feet
and continue my way.
We walk our own paths,
smiling and waving,
sending hellos and maybes.
He braves his new world,
leading and playing,
while I fancy mine,
dreaming and praying.
I am so proud of the man he’s become.
Written by Elisabeth Lee.
Elisabeth is the Content Director for M2P and has more than twenty-four years of ministry experience, including student ministry, women’s ministry, and speaking for Bible study conferences. She enjoys SEC football, espresso, and artisan papers. Her heart belongs to her husband, two sons, and a bearded dragon. You can contact her on Insta @elisabethlee25 or at www.ministrytoparents.com.
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