My Youngest Warrior, My North Star

"In a world that often feels loud and uncertain, it’s amazing how the quietest soul can shine the brightest."

My youngest son — my unexpected source of strength, wisdom, and unwavering truth — has become just that.

My warrior in spirit. My compass in chaos. My North Star.

His name means someone who brings truth and clarity.

A peace-bringer. A moral compass.

And that is exactly who he is to me.

He’s my favorite walking buddy. On our walks, we talk about life —

I ask him questions, and he shares his thoughts. And more often than not, his insight leaves me speechless.

He holds a depth of wisdom that far exceeds his years.

But his journey into this world wasn’t easy.

Among all my children, carrying my fourth son was the most difficult pregnancy.

It was a season filled with fear, pressure, and uncertainty.

When my employer found out I was pregnant —

because I worked in a front-office role —

I was given a painful ultimatum:

terminate the pregnancy or lose my job.

I chose life.

And it remains the best decision I’ve ever made.

As if that weren’t enough, my doctor told me there was a 75% chance my baby would be born with Down syndrome.

They recommended an amniocentesis — a long needle inserted into the abdomen to test the amniotic fluid.

The thought alone was terrifying — not just for me,

but especially for the little life inside me.

So I did what I knew best: I prayed.

I pleaded with God to protect my child.

I made a promise: “If this baby is born healthy, I will dedicate him to You.”

And God, as always, did not fail.

My baby came out healthy, chubby, and strong.

No sign of Down syndrome.

In fact, he has the mind of a genius.

God is faithful.

As a toddler, he filled our home with laughter and noise —

a natural storyteller, a young content creator before "vlogging" was even a thing. He made videos with his Legos, giving them voices, personalities, and stories.

His imagination knew no bounds.

At school, he was a consistent achiever — a straight-A student.

He played varsity basketball in high school and

is now studying at one of the top universities in the country.

When he entered college, he quickly found his spiritual family —

a Christian community that’s become a solid foundation in his life.

And while many young men his age rush into relationships, he's choosing to wait. He’s the most selective of my four sons — and that, too, is wisdom.

I think back to those sweet mornings when he was little.

I’d buckle him into his car seat, and before we drove off, we’d pray together.

That became our daily ritual — one that lasted until he left for university.

He grew up knowing that when something hurts, we can lay hands, we can pray — and we trust that God listens.

Now that he's standing at the edge of adulthood, I find myself praying new prayers.

I pray he finds a partner who will complement him —

someone who will walk beside him in his Christian journey,

love him deeply, and care for his heart.

I pray he never strays from the ways of God.

That he continues to grow in wisdom, in grace,

and in strength as he walks through life.

Because no matter how tall he grows or how far he goes, he will always be:

My Youngest Warrior. My North Star.