Sunday was our youngest child's birthday...He is 17 years old!
How did this happen?
I have been preparing for this since our first child grew up and left home. Yes, I know children grow up and leave home--I spent the entire year of our daughter's last year in high school--POUTING.
That wasn't pretty!
I've had 10 years to prepare for Sam's exit....and to try to do it a little better!
There are many transitions in life--aren't there? Children come into our family and children leave. I'm clicking my heels together three times as I say this: what we share with them between these events matters most! Yes, there's no place like home! There's no place like home! There's no place like home! It matters that they take a little bit of home with them.
Each day as we awake, we are given another opportunity to bless our children. Another chance to enhance their day and their future. Oh that I could have that awareness in the grogginess of my early a.m. grumpiness! Maybe I would smile a little bit more often as I stumble through the morning rituals.
As we walk through the mundane and the tedious tasks of the day, oh that we could realize how extraordinary our ordinary is! Maybe we would smile a little bit more often as we trudge through the loads of laundry, the endless dirty dishes, and the miles of carpooling.
And, at the end of each day as we say our "Good nights;" lists yet unfinished while new tasks await, does it really matter that my house is spotless ....if I haven't taken the time to leave an imprint of love on my son. Oh that I could have that awareness in the fatigue of each "Good night," maybe he'd smile a little more often!
Tackling the transitions of life create a mixture of emotions. As I sit by my laptop, memories fill my heart to overflowing!
So, as I tackle this last year of his last year at home, I will practice what I have learned from my pouting. :)
I will celebrate the blessing his life has been.
I will cherish the memories.
I will honor the young man he has become by trusting his good character.
I will begin to step out of his life and allow him to step into his life...so he can practice being a young adult while still in the safety net of our home and hearts.
I will pray for him as he continues to grow--in life and in the Lord.
I will rejoice for each day of his life to come and those that have been--for what more can a Mom do than love her son enough to let him go.