This is it. We are entering a paradigm
shift: baby days become school days. Take a deep breath, chin up, smile through those teary eyes, send them bravely off. All our kiddos
going to their first days of school and a lifetime of education. But
this isn't really “it”... because it was happening all
along. The planting, the growing, the thriving in the fertile soil of
a life planned for them long ago.
It may seem like a small thing, but my husband and I just sent our little girl
off to preschool. And at some point in the weeks before the first day
of school it occurred to me. This is it, her first day of school. Our girl, little walking miracle of life that we've been graced with
bringing up, is having another “first”--and for this momma it's a big deal.
Because from now on, she is growing up. Yeah, she's always been
growing, but now...she grows up.
These days, this blissful little girl with a great-big-giant-spirited will
has been telling us every day that she is a big girl. Ever since
those diapers came off and she pulled on her first pair of big girl
panties. Since she first slept in a big girl bed and slept through
the night completely dry. Ever since, she has been learning each day that there
is something new for her to conquer on her journey toward independence
from Mom and Dad.
Then it hits her. It's bedtime and she
realizes we are going to say good night and leave her room. It's
Sunday morning and she will be going to kids' church upstairs. It's the first day of school and she will need to be brave and
wave goodbye (but Mommy always comes back).
Yet, who's the one that days before
the start of school is moping around all weepy eyed? Mommy of course! In the early years I'd ridden the tumultuous waves of highs and lows that
are the toddlers years and almost daily wished for a small break when
I could just catch my breath. We all need that, just a bit of time to
hit the restart button and get refreshed, get to miss each other a
little so we can enjoy each other all over again. Sometimes Momma needs a moment, yeah?
This is
the start of something new. So when anxious thoughts creep in and
fears snowball in my mind about what kind of student she will be?
Will she make new friends? Is she going to drive her teacher mad? Did we choose the right school? Will she make it into a good college? Wait. Not yet! Yeah. You know.
Moms, we have lost sleep for our kids,
prayed over them, and prepared them. We carried them many months in
the womb or in our dreams and carried them on our hips. We have carried loads of laundry
like we carried their little hearts and even their heart-aches.
The truth is, it really isn't we who
have carried our young ones all along,
but He. It was always He who carried the little
lambs in his arms, carried them and breathed life into them in the
womb, and He who carries them through each day after.
And momma? He carries you too. Our Good Shepherd leads us on the heights as well as along the valley floor. The shepherd's staff is a comfort as he gently guides and directs us in all of life's biggest (and smallest) questions, along the deepest terrain (Psalm 23). So while we make every effort to ensure our children's safety and security, that they eat right, sleep right, and that we train them up along the right path, it is safe to acknowledge that the One who actually holds our lambs is the Creator of the universe.
As I drive my girl to school in the morning and see that the sun is rising again in God's faithfulness, I pray over my child, her teacher, and the friends she will encounter. And I let go. He's got this.
And momma? He carries you too. Our Good Shepherd leads us on the heights as well as along the valley floor. The shepherd's staff is a comfort as he gently guides and directs us in all of life's biggest (and smallest) questions, along the deepest terrain (Psalm 23). So while we make every effort to ensure our children's safety and security, that they eat right, sleep right, and that we train them up along the right path, it is safe to acknowledge that the One who actually holds our lambs is the Creator of the universe.
As I drive my girl to school in the morning and see that the sun is rising again in God's faithfulness, I pray over my child, her teacher, and the friends she will encounter. And I let go. He's got this.
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