My eldest son turned 13 last week. THIRTEEN?!?! He's nearly as tall as me. He mows the grass now. His feet are nearly as big as mine. And he now owns a REAL sword.
Last week was his 13th birthday. It was quite a celebration full of surprises. I hope I have't set the bar too high for the other 3 kids! We had dear friends from out-of-town come visit to help celebrate. Our kids had no idea they were coming - they live 13 hours away! Then on Friday night my hubby planned a very special ceremony and camping trip with some men of the church and their sons.
A number of the men prepared letters and talks on various subjects concerning Christian Manhood. The letters were presented to our son in a nice binder for him to read and refer to in the coming years. Each man gave a brief talk on the same subject. At the end, there was an oath and the presentation of a sword: a Viking replica with a real blade!
Of course no women were allowed, so I have to rely on pictures and retellings.
The next night was our church's Father-Child Camp-Out at the same campground, so the rest of the kids joined their dads for a day and night of crazy games, getting muddy, various injuries, general goofiness and camping fun.
I think I'm still recovering from the laundry. . . and the fact that I have a thirteen year old . . . with a sword.
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