Sure, I saw it coming. He does better in school than I did. He beats me at every game we ever play. He frequently and easily outwits me to a point of frustration, even with one arm tied behind his back. But he really took the cake the other day when we were standing at a rather complex intersection and I kept pressing the button for the "Walk" signal when he pointed out that I was pressing the button for the wrong walkway. And, all along, I had felt so smug, confident that I was pressing the proper button.
It's a tough thing to admit ... our seven-year-old is smarter than I am. But, in the long run, I wouldn't want it any other way. I just pray that he continues to lead a godly life and that I will be there to encourage him in his challenges and help him celebrate his successes.