It’s a Boy!

 

My firstborn turned 14, you guys.  Kimball Morgan Hanks came into the world August 20, 2003 and has made my life an adventure ever since.  Not having a brother growing up and only having one close male cousin (poor Mitch…he played more “house” than probably any boy ever did with two sisters and three girl cousins), the idea of raising a boy was so exciting.  I didn’t know he was a boy until he was born, but I probably should have the way he made my stomach bounce with his vigorous gymnastics.  And he has never slowed down since!

At the beginning of his life, he made his preferences known…he wanted to be in constant motion, whether it was being walked around, bouncing in a bouncy chair, or riding in a car.  The second we stopped at a red light, he would howl until we were moving again.  He also loved being outside.  At just a few weeks old and somewhat colic-y, all I would have to do was go outside and he would magically calm down.  And trust me, nothing has changed in his fourteen years!  He still lives outside, is in constant motion, and gets impatient when he can’t be on the move!

As a toddler, he loved monster trucks and his battery operated four-wheeler.  One time he drove his little monster truck down a bench and over a gentlemen’s lap at Hollywood Studios without missing a beat.  You should have seen the look of surprise on the man’s face!  Luckily he also thought it was funny!  Kimball just kept right on walking, making his little car noises, never really noticing what he ran over.  And Chris had a part-time job charging the battery to his little four-wheeler.  One time, I noticed Kimball going around and around in a rather tight circle, and realized he had fallen asleep!

The man in the red hat is about to be ran over by the truck in Kimball’s right hand!

Monster trucks eventually turned into a dinosaur phase.  Oh how I tired of reading his dinosaur books and pronouncing all of those scientific prehistoric names!  I learned more about the Triassic period than I ever cared to, needless to say.  He also loved catching frogs, turtles, salamanders, and any other slimy little critter.  Actually, he still does!

Now it’s sports, sports, sports.  Which is good…it gets some of his tireless energy out.  And though he is small in stature, his heart is fierce.  He doesn’t back down from any challenge.  He has no fear (much to my fear!), and doesn’t think twice about sacrificing his body for the sake of a ball.  He is one feisty kid.  Sometimes that feistiness drives me crazy when the two of us are disagreeing about something.  Let’s just say he is very persistent in whatever avenue he chooses!

Number 7

But he is also kind, mostly polite, and well-liked by his friends.  He is the biggest cheerleader on whatever team he is ever on, always encouraging his teammates and celebrating their victories as if they were his own.  He goes out of his way to offer a pat on the back, a slap on the helmet, or a high five.  I hope he can always celebrate other people’s successes, for that is something hard to teach that he comes by very naturally!

At fourteen, he still tolerates this mom praying for him at night, and sometimes even makes specific requests known to me.  This is also something I hope and pray will never change.  It is usually my favorite time with him, when his body and mind are still for once and I have his undivided attention.  It’s hard to believe this kid is mine…that he has survived all of the crazy stunts he’s tried, that I have survived all of the crazy stunts he’s tried.  And it is my prayer that God continues to keep him safe and healthy, and that he will use his passionate, feisty nature for the good of God’s kingdom, in whatever capacity that may be!

Here are a few books/resources that I have found helpful while raising this son of mine:

Wild Things:  The Art of Nurturing Boys by Stephen James and David Thomas

Triggers:  Exchanging Parent’s Angry Reactions for Gentle Biblical Responses by Amber Lia and Wendy Speake

Six Ways to Raise a Godly Man by Kaylene Yoder

Five Power Packed Prayers to Pray Over Your Son by Kaylene Yoder

 

Thanks for allowing me to celebrate my boy and for tolerating my trip down memory lane!

Megan

Do you have a favorite parenting book?  I’d love to hear what it is…I’m definitely still in training!

Prayer for Siblings

 Oh my gosh!  I caught my kids doing something amazing!  It was so amazing that I grabbed my phone and told my husband I had to get outside quick and get a picture.  My heart started racing, worrying that I wouldn’t get the picture in time.  The moment could end any second!  What were they doing, you must be wondering.  They were playing basketball together and getting along!  All. THREE. of. them.  Amazing.  Maybe you find it sad that I was so excited about such a simple thing.  Maybe all of your children do those kinds of things on a regular basis.  Well, I’m being totally transparent here and admitting it doesn’t happen very often at my house.  My girls get along and play together often.  In fact this morning at church, they were sitting next to each other with Fynn’s head resting on big sister’s shoulder, while Milla rubbed Fynn’s arm.  It was the sweetest thing!  But Kimball, who is 13, doesn’t often join in…not that I blame him.  And when he does, it often ends bad.  Three is just not a good number sometimes, especially when one out of three is a boy who likes to play rough.  But today he was encouraging his sisters and coaching them along as they played PIG.  He was even giving second chances at shots…which he NEVER does for his mom!  I did get a couple pics, but they weren’t very good.  I didn’t want to interrupt the wonderful thing happening.

So why am I sharing this?  I just was so thankful for that moment.  It did my heart good to see my oldest embracing his role as a big brother.  I thanked God for allowing me to witness this precious gift.  It gives me hope that maybe I’m doing something right.  That maybe they will grow up loving each other and appreciating their siblings after all.  And it made me realize that I don’t pray for that enough.  After a little searching, I found Colossians 3:13 &14, which perfectly sums up what both God and I desire for my kids.  Funny how His word always says it best!