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Cheryl Mendoza

How He speaks to me…..Or… can't He just call my cell when He wants to talk?

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Encouragement

No longer boys…

So today is a big day in our household.  My youngest son, Gene, is about to graduate from high school.  I thought I was ok with everything?   I mean I was not feeling emotional or getting sappy, going about my day in a pretty normal way, until I had to go to the store.  I had gotten a text stating that my photo order was ready, which it wasn’t, then I basically had a panic attack about having enough time to bake a cake.  This was all ridiculous since it was only 11:00 in the morning and dinner was not until 5:30!

img_0218It was then I realized that I was probably feeling something.  What though was the question?  Gene is my youngest, so him graduating is something of a watershed moment for me.  I mean, he really hasn’t paid attention to me for years, so there is really  is not much difference in our relationship.  All of my boys are pretty independent, but Gene was that way from a very early age.  I will now be a mother to four men, instead of four boys.  That makes me happy.  I do not miss those boys, because they have grown into men that I like.  They are not perfect, but they have qualities that make me thankful.  They are loyal, love their family, love God and are more than willing to help a friend in need.  Even to their own detriment.  While we have made mistakes in raising them, they love us like we were the most perfect of parents.  So today as we celebrate this graduation day I wanted to say to all of my men;  Scott, Bob, Matt and Geno, I love you.  You make me the happiest mom in the history of time!

Where’s Geno?

So I went last night to youth group.  I haven’t been in a while, and that is probably because I haven’t been a youth for a while.  The only reason I attended last night was because my son was speaking.  Funniest part of the night was when he was done, someone said they expected him to talk longer.  This child is obviously my son.  He did well, the kids were very cool, fairly quiet and listened.  I love communication, so it was a fun moment for me to see him step out at a young age and get his feet wet.  To stick his neck out there and not have the fear of the unknown drive him.  OK, so maybe he is not so much like me?

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I am ecstatic for him, encouraged by him and I am thankful that he has stepped out to test this ability.  I love that God is prompting him, and that he is trying to listen.  That is the prayer I have for all the men in my life.

He was kind of nervous about me being there, and I told him not to worry “If you screw up, I will love you just the same as if you do great”.  For me, the whole night was not based on how he would do, but on what he would learn through the process.  Good job Geno!!

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