Today is my daughter’s birthday! Peyton is turning 16 years old. I can hardly believe it! Where do the years go??? It’s seems only yesterday I was sitting on the couch snuggled close beside her as she held her blanket and Molly, the rag doll who quickly became a member of the family, while watching the Little Mermaid for the millionth time.
Sixteen is a special marker in child’s life. It’s when you get your driver license! What could be more important or memorable in the life of a teenager than that? NOTHING! I must admit, however, I’m a little frightened about my daughter driving.
Just this summer, while driving the Go-Kart, she nearly killed herself and her brother! We allowed them to drive on the road—with helmets of course. BIG, BIG mistake! Parker, her younger brother by 4 years, was riding on the passenger side.
As they approached the crossroad, we noticed a car was coming. The car had the right of way. Peyton’s road was clearly marked with a stop sign. You know, the sign that shouts S-T-O-P!! Most drivers obey the sign in order to prevent collision. Not Peyton. What does she do?? She panics!
Her dad and I, along with her younger brother, were screaming—“STOP!!” Instead, Peyton pushes the gas pedal to the floor, runs the stop sign, passes in front of the oncoming car by the skin of her teeth, and finally comes to a halt by driving the cart into the neighbor’s yard.
Parker jumps out of his seat and yells, “Gosh, Peyton! Why didn’t you stop?”
Now, when the younger brother knows what to do better than his big sister who is of age to drive, it’s scary. I told Parker that he may need to ride with his sister as sort of a co-pilot. His response… “You’re not putting me in a car with her!”
If you don’t live in TN, you can add it to your list of “what I’m thankful for” this Thanksgiving. But, we would appreciate your prayers. Really!
This weekend, I was reminded of the responsibilities we have as parents. I had the privilege of speaking and serving along side of some great women in ministry at the Hearts at Home conference in MN.
If you’ve never been to their conference, I invite you to visit their site. They are doing great things for the kingdom by equipping moms to be the wife and mother God designed them to be. In fact, I brought you back something. It’s a cute black bag with a pink poke-a-dot belt just perfect to carry your bible in to church. But, I only have one. Leave a comment, and I’ll pick a winner of the bag tomorrow!
At the conference, I learned many truths this weekend such as…
According to Ken Davis, husbands consider silky nightgowns a romantic on gift for their wives, but they don’t consider silky underwear for men a romantic gift in return—especially if they have little strawberries on them. Men prefer car batteries. Good thing to remember ladies.
I also learned that when your children are small, it’s best to bolt down the furniture. Now, they tell me.
And, if your child is age 9, he or she is half way grown.
Well, my sweet Peyton is more than half way there. I plan to cherish my remaining years with her. In fact, I think I’ll get Molly the rag doll down from the attic, put in Little Mermaid, and snuggle her close tonight.