Sure, we need to plan.
We need to know ourselves, our strengths and weaknesses.
We need to know our enemy.
We need supplies.
And sometimes we need to let go.
We live our lives so tight-fisted that it cramps our fingers to open them. To stand palms open is uncomfortable for us. We want to grasp, hold tight.
I never know what to do with my hands. It’s awkward.
It’s in my nature to be a control freak. I began homeschooling to have control over what my daughter learned and how. It’s against my very grain to relinquish control to a tutor for outside lessons. She’s had a few piano teachers because music isn’t my thing. But I realize that my kids need to learn from others too. Many people have lessons I can’t teach and God will bring lovely people into their lives to help them learn in ways I can’t understand.
I want my kids to learn to be independent. Isn’t that success? Adulthood? But I also want them to know I’m always here, waiting, watching, praying. With open hands.
And, mamas, as those babies grow up and out, remember what you poured in, and let go.
A little at a time.
Let those birdies fly.
They will flutter back and forth to the safety of the nest, and then try, try again, swooping and scraping. But eventually, they will soar.
And it’s in those proud mama moments when we listen to that quiet whisper of God’s reassurance that our babies will be alright and they are! They really are! He holds them in His palm, loosely. And we can always be right here, waiting for those triumphant returns to the nest to share in the joys and sorrows.
It’s a huge responsibility to help create a child’s memories. Be intentional and present for your babes. Don’t wait. Do it now. All that other stuff can wait.
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