Monday, July 12, 2010

The Last Times

I am reminded how quickly time flies by. One minute you are holding your first born baby and wondering why the nurse let you leave the hospital with this life you have no clue about. The next minute your first born is an adult.

Time seems precious to me at the moment. It seems like there are a lot of "we better do this now because it might be the last time all five of us will do...." (even though she will be living here and commuting back and forth to school, I know she won't have the time to do stuff with us.) I know this is part of life. I know this feeling or realization has hit many parents. I know she needs to grow, mature and become the woman God has intended. But I didn't realize how hard this would be.

I lived at home until I was married. One day after I had children, I must have been saying something to my mom about one of the kids doing something (I can't remember). My mom told me that the hardest thing she ever had to do was watch me carry my clothes out to my car to move them into the house my soon-to-be hubs and I would be renting. Well, many years later, I think I understand a little bit of what she was feeling.

But as Ecclesiastes 3 says, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven..." I need to remember that. I was young once and remember this is a natural thing. Yes, the family dynamics will indeed change, but God is my constant.

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