1/8/16-Mixed Emotions

One of the greatest joys I have is watching my children grow into the people they are suppose to be…and equally one of my greatest heartaches is watching my children grow into who they are suppose to be.

With the passing of each year my involvement in my children’s lives diminishes. No longer am I the provider of all things or in on every conversation and know every friend. I am no longer the fixer of all issues or the mender of all hurts.

I seriously have heartache some days as I watch them leave the house to pursue life. Its not that I don’t want that for them…I do! I want to do all I can to guide them to a full life of purpose; however, along the path no one told me in doing that I would be left in their dust.

You know the dust…the dust of years gone by…the dust in fact is the memories, the giggles as babes, the stitches and the trophies, the sleepovers and the birthdays, the goals and the finishes, the late nights and the early mornings.

Truth be told a part of me would go back to those days. Those days of having my family all together all the time; those days of more family meals together because we were all on the same schedule; those times of snuggles and wet kisses. Those times of star gazing and long strolls.

We have taught our kids over the years to be responsible and kind, to be courageous and steadfast, to bless others and to understand there is a big world out there…and then the day comes when they are and they do know and they soar.

Here's to embracing being left in the dust!

“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6