Our congregation right now averages 300 people every week and today my 12-year-old son Alec got up in front of those 300 people and gave his first talk.
First, a little background. Whenever my kids have any kind of assignment to do, I'm a very hands-on mom. I have to see what they're doing and can't keep my opinion to myself. So when Alec was asked to speak in church a few weeks ago, I told him he needed to write down his ideas as they came to him and then put them together.
After he wrote down his ideas, he sat at the computer typed it up and then said, "I'm done. Can I print it?"
I at first said no, obviously, because I hadn't read through it and changed things and added things yet.
He said, "No, mom. It's fine. Can I just print it and read it to you?"
Fine. I let him, ready to make changes that I was sure his talk needed.
As he read what he had written, I was amazed and actually couldn't say anything. He had written a beautiful talk that came from his heart, his love for his family, and for his Savior. He included personal stories, a scripture, and even made us laugh.
When he was done he looked at me waiting for my critique. I was teary eyed and said, "Alec, that was so good!" It was clear he didn't need my help at all.
Today as we sat in church, my stomach had butterflies for him. I told him sitting in the congregation is a lot different than sitting up in the stand and actually looking out at hundreds of people who were all looking and listening to you. Sophia told him to imagine everyone in their underwear (eww). I told him that wasn't necessary, but just pick out a couple individuals to look at as he spoke and not think about all the people.
When he stood up and started speaking, I was all giddy. My friend was sitting behind me and was talking, apparently not realizing my son was at the pulpit. So I turned around and said, "Shh. Alec is speaking!"
He apologized and properly gave his full attention to my son.
Alec didn't seem nervous at all. He delivered his first talk like a pro. I wanted to applaud, but controlled my excitement. I realized my baby boy is growing up, which is both thrilling and scary at the same time.