Here is the speech I delivered at my son's 18th birthday party. I only nearly cried once.
"Eighteen.
One Eight. One plus eight. Numbers. Just numbers. But in the context of a
birthday, they hold special significance. They mark a change in status. Aged
eighteen, a young person is eligible to vote, they can legally purchase and
consume alcohol, they are, in the eyes of the law and in the opinion of
themselves and their peers, adults.
What do you
say when your son turns eighteen? When the baby you cradled, carried, fed and
clothed, no longer needs you to supply those physical needs? When he prefers
the company of his friends, especially his girlfriend, to our company? What do
you say when he’s already been moving away from you, becoming more independent,
and now the numbers one eight make the separation seem official? What do you
say when your son turns eighteen?
You say
Happy Birthday son, and you reminisce a
little before giving him some well chosen words of wisdom.
I recall the
time I dropped James when he was a baby and he hit his head on the coffee
table. I remember the extreme stress I suffered every time he went out to bat,
or ran on to the footy field. I recollect the highs and lows, uncontrollable
laughter on the way home from Runaway Vacation. Rocking out together at the
POD/Disturbed concert. His first metal gig. (Sadly, he’s moved away a bit from
metal into lullaby music.) The pain and fear of a major back injury and the
surgery to correct it.
Through it
all, we have loved James with a love so deep and strong that it is beyond his
comprehension. We have nurtured the precious gift that God gave us. A son for whom
we have prayed every day, even while he was in the womb.
My parting
sage words are about success. The true measure of success in my eyes, is that a
man knows himself: where he stands and what he stands for, and who he is, in
God’s eyes. Our love for James is unquestionably strong and resolute, but
it pales in the light of God’s perfect
love which is unconditional, unshakable and unrelenting.
Follow God
all the days of your life, James. Remember that you stand, not in judgement or
under condemnation, neither mired in guilt or shame, but you stand in grace.
Like all of us, not perfect just forgiven.
What do you
say when your son turns eighteen?
Here’s to
you James, my beloved son. A work in progress upon whom we gaze and exclaim,
“so far, so good.” Happy Birthday!"
thank you for sharing.mine turns 18 tomorrow .your sharing encourages me
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