Every year September comes and I run smack into a brick wall. The wall is built of the image I have of my kiddos…
In a matter of days every September, I realize that the image is last year’s model. It never happens slowly. I don’t gladly watch them grow day by day. Nope. One day they look at me and I look at them, and last year’s model is a thing of the past. How does that happen, and does it only happen to me?!
For 7 years, this September-Epiphany has left me feeling a little sad. Bye-Bye babies.
As this 8th kick at the can unfolds, something strange and wonderful is happening. The boys (especially the older one ;)) are begging in so many ways to stretch their wings…
Can I go (Almost Everywhere!) by myself?
I’ll tell you about it in a minute, mom, I’m just talking to my friends.
Can I help you with that mom?
Is it OK if I go on ahead, mom? (Every Sport. Every. Single. One.)
Do you think this looks good (to wear), mom?
Mom, I don’t agree with you… and this is why…
… And this time, I am ready to watch them fly away… at least, a little bit.
Instead of the impending sadness that generally accompanies this time of year, when I notice that nothing will ever be the same again, this year, I am… hopeful.
Growing pains are less painful for children than they are for their grown ups because parenthood is the kind of joy that makes you feel giddy and a bit nauseous all at one time. But, OH THE JOY when it feels like it might be turning out right. Bumpy. Yes. Difficult. Yes. Messy and Gritty. Yes. Mistakes. OH GOOD GRIEF, Yes.
But, I am watching two people become exactly who God intended them to become, and I am privileged to help facilitate that process… even when it is so. darn. hard.
So, if you are also feeling joyful and nauseous, hopeful and terrified, I am right there with you! And, as I watch my kiddos grow, and I see the possibilities for them endlessly unfolding… and they are good… I am glad. I hope you will get a glimpse of that too this fall and rest in where you have come from as you soldier on towards the road ahead. It’s a wild ride, isn’t it?!