I hate this season of parenting I'm in... I know... I know... every season has its perks... embrace this before it slips away... you raised them with wings so they could fly... don't give me your platitudes... cuz I know them! I've said them! I actually believe them! But. Still. I hate this season of parenting I'm in.
I hate the letting go. I hate the graduations. I hate the getting bigger. The sweet 16's and the far-aways... I just hate them!
I've raised these wonderful, beautiful, kind, servant-hearted humans, and I really do WANT to share them with all of you. But gut-level honesty: it was nice when they were mostly just mine, all here under one roof, needing and loving and wanting me so much!
Here's the thing... if I've said it once on this blog I've said it a HUNDRED times: as much as I want to I can't #turnbacktime nor can I #slowdowntime #timeisapunk and I can't have ANY effect on its passage.
So here is what I'm trying to do: SLOW DOWN... BREATHE IN... even if the air I'm breathing is heavy with teenage angst and sweaty armpits... zoom in on the SWEET and the TENDER... cuz they ARE there... nestled in between the tough and the traumatic.... last night my fiesty, headstrong, hair-style-a-phob strolled in my room and casually asked, "Mom, can you French braid my hair?" I tried to play it off cool like this happens all the time, but I'm sure she caught the hint of glee in my voice as I asked, "Right now?"
There are so many good moments... there are so many positives... even in my soldier being so far away.... three days in a row his end-of-the-day prayer request has been "to go home."
So I'm done whining. Pulling up my big girl pants and focusing on the good... cuz these four humans of mine... they ARE good!
Rejoice always,
1 Thessalonians 5:16
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