Douglas... Actually a junior, Keith Douglas Martin, Jr.
The child who made me a mother. He was a gorgeous baby. Seriously perfect. He was born on his due date weighing 7 1/2 pounds. He had a perfect amount of dark hair; and deep, dark, dreamy eyes.
|"I'm a big brother!"|
|Learning to cook|
And now he is 14. A man-child. We have cut our parenting teeth on this boy. He is the first to reach each new stage. I know it isn't easy being the oldest of five children, but he handles his place in the family well.
He is my right hand man. He does all of the laundry for this family of seven. (Admittedly with quite a bit of prompting at times, but he does it!) He can prepare basic meals and is a strong, happy, hearty young man.
Within the last year we have discovered that he has an amazing talent for learning to play musical instruments. He started with the recorder and could soon play many songs. We bought him a violin (his instrument of choice) and he started lessons. He amazes me with the speed that he is picking it up. But he is also learning to play the piano at the same time. Many evenings he sits down and plays, often totally losing himself in the music. I listen with delight, thrilled to see him developing this talent.
Does this tell the whole story? Admittedly, no. He is a very normal boy with his difficulties and attitudes and struggles, but he is a fine young man who wants to follow God with his whole heart, and it makes my heart swell with joy to be his mother!