Growing up is hard to do

Growing up is hard to do.  Both for my babies and for their mommy.  It is so bittersweet to see your babies achieving independence.  I mean, our job is to help them become independent adults but that doesn’t lessen the sting of growing up means growing out.

Now, I know I have a long way to go before my home is anywhere near an empty nest but I am beginning to catch glimpses of the future.

This past weekend I caught sight of the future when my daughter went to her first church camp.  She wanted to go so badly but I wasn’t sure.  I mean, she is only 6 after all.  Her brothers did not go until 8 and older.  So we compromised, I let her go if I could go with her.  She was fine with that. 

All I could think was how tired I was going to be after an all ready week of little sleep but God knew…He knew that He could speak to me out there at the camp away from the busyness of my home.  He showed me about loving others…little girls, like my daughter, who are becoming young ladies before my very eyes.  He showed me how to look for and meet the needs of our future mothers.  He showed me how to look for those around me who are hurting through the missionary who shared of her work with the homeless.

He showed me that there is work to do out of my comfort zone.  These little girls helped prove that point in their “Aliens for the Lord” class.  They painted their faces and were “different” for the Lord.  Oh, how hard it is to be “different” and to take a stand that is uncomfortable for me.

And He let me see what a wonderful little girl I have.  The little girl who is quickly becoming a woman.  May I make every minute count while she is still at home with me.