Monday, December 9, 2013

Here, Take Him!

Lately my ears have been bleeding.  Oh, don't worry!  I'm not sick and I don't need a doctor.   I just need about 8 more children so my 14 year old son will have someone to talk to besides me!

Don't misunderstand.....I love my son, but his incessent need to be heard is just about to do me in.    I mean, how many times must one be required to listen to Dr. Who stories or who-did-what-to-whom on Minecraft

Now he's obsessed with some new computer he's saving up for - (a gaming computer, if you can imagine) - and I've heard more about "specs" and "speed" and things I can't even process - until I'm left with no choice but to lie and say I need to use the facilities, just so I can be excused!     And, even then, I get the rolling of the eyes and the huff and puff of a frustrated child.

Mom needs a vacation!

But, that's not the only joy of having a 14 year old boy in the house.  No, there's more!

Like the multiple times it takes to wake the little lad and the hurry-up-and-wait game we play, every time we need to get somewhere fast.

I'm starting to believe those reports about teens missing part of their brain, because no matter how many times we battle these same situations, they arise again the next day.

Living with a teenage boy is an experience.

That's why, when I came across this passage in the Bible today, I just had to laugh.

In Luke 7:11-17, Jesus is approaching the town of Nain and sees a dead person being carried out of the town gate.  He sees that it is the son of a widow and she is crying.
Ever the compassionate Lord, he tells her not to cry and the word says in v.13 that "his heart went out to her."   (Probably because she had a 14 year old boy!)

He then touches the coffin and commands the young man to "get up"! (v.14) (Jesus just has that authority, doesn't he?)

The young man obeys, but sits right up and begins talking!   And v.15 says, 
"Jesus gave him back to his mother."

Well, yes!   I can see why!

This is exactly what my "young man" would have done!  He would have sat straight up and started talking and then Jesus would have said "Here, take him!"

Oh, the joys of motherhood!


  1. Precious! Love it! Great post! I have boys! They are either not talking at all...grunting....or talking about stuff you have no clue about. And now....when they talk to Mom....they either want clothes ironed, money, or food. The joys of motherhood.....isn't it grand!..:)

    1. Yes, Lisa - I get the "not talking" too! It comes in waves! You just never know :)

  2. Psh, I could out talk him any day.

    1. Allie, maybe your mom and I need a support group! :)

  3. You are hilarious. I remember when Gabe was that age. I told him point blank: "You know I"m smiling and nodding, but I'm not remotely listening or interested in what you are telling me." Or, after a particularly long speech on Lego Technic and mechanical engineering, I would offer to give him a tour through my makeup bag (to make a point!)

    1. Hahaha! you and I think alike :) I threatened to bore Collin with the details of my purse collection!


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