My son is becoming a man.
Physically his baby fat has disappeared, his muscles are becoming more defined, and oh my goodness the hair! With that mustache getting thicker every day, I feel like I will have to learn how to give him a trim soon.
But developmentally this is still my boy who loves Mickey Mouse sing-alongs, who finds comfort in being cradled in my arms, and who cannot be left unattended.
Sometimes it is hard for my mind to reconcile the two.
The two versions of my son that exist at once: the physical signs of emerging manhood while his heart and mind still live in the safety, innocence, and dependence of childhood.
This duality can be mind-blowing. It is complicated but at the same time beautiful. And with faith, I am learning to hold space for both truths.
And in this in-between.
In this beautiful, complicated, sacred place of parenting.
God also meets me here. Every. Single. Time.