I always knew this would happen; I just didn’t think it’d happen so soon. I figured that I had a couple more years until my kids began to surpass me in the knowledge venue. I mean, my firstborn is only finishing first grade. I’ve got some time, right?

Whatever. Teach ‘em to read, and it’s all over.

Ever since my husband promised our son a Slurpee for every book in the Chronicles of Narnia series that he finished, my Braveheart-in-training has turned into an Einstein-wanna-be. I’m sure it’s just a phase. So, while it came as a shock to me, it really should have been no surprise at all: my son knows stuff that I don’t know. I overheard him tell his sister that Jupiter has 16 moons and is 11 times bigger than Earth. That was after some jazz about Uranus’ rings. (Uranus has rings?)

Yes, I checked. Yes, he was right. Yes, I’m reading up on it.

He has no clue that I’m shaking in my boots sandals. The truth is, I feel inadequate and overwhelmed sometimes at the task before me: to raise them to be faithful (not necessarily knowledgable).Yet, God chose me to be the mother of children. Not just any children, but these children. He handpicked these precious ones before the foundations of the earth to be here– right here– with me, under my care at this moment in time, so that I could lead them to Jesus.

And for now, that’s all I need to know.