I sought the Lord, and he answered me
and delivered me from all my fears… Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Psalm 34:4, 8
and delivered me from all my fears… Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Psalm 34:4, 8
February 10, 2016: Just this evening I learned on social media about the death of
a friend’s son, a friend from long ago in another state, right after my husband
and I had married and moved to the mid-west.
We had lost touch with this family over the years but in the past few, had reunited online. His death took my
breath out of my body, made my chest feel hollow, and the air sucked out of my
lungs as if I was unable for a few seconds to actually breathe. First of course is an instant denial; this
cannot be real, followed by the sickening realization that yes, indeed, we live
in a fallen world where bad things happen to good people, where death and
disease blossom, and just sometimes, we become initiated into a club we did not
want to join but are forced into, never by choice.
This is the third winter in a row that I’ve known of the death
of a teen and known the teen, either the teen himself, or his family, all
boys. How is it that I’ve been holding
my breath, waiting, thinking that there would be a death this year too, but because
the others were in January, I thought we were “okay”, past that point; the
cycle would be broken?
Today, February 10, is my
oldest son’s 18th birthday.
Our son is a senior in our homeschool high school and it’s
nearly driving me mad.
Eighteen years ago and possibly right at this very minute,
this baby son of mine who came into the world with a whopping big weight and an
even bigger whopping huge head decided that letting go was his priority. No sooner had I put him up on my shoulder to
burp after a first nursing than he took both arms, pushed against me and reared
back. Totally unexpected. Of course he flopped forward as I quickly
recovered from my shock and gently cradled him.
I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Tolerating it is the only word that comes close to how I
feel. Encouraging it at the same time
seems like a juxtaposition but it’s exactly where I am. We want them to mature, grow, make decisions,
choices, think of others, be kind, compassionate, moral, and above all, saved
by the blood of Jesus. We want them to
be able to hunt, kill, and eat, in other words, fend for themselves by the time
they are “grown”. But at the same time,
our feelings want to pull back and pull in; let them be young enough to sit on
our laps one last time for a story.
There are times when it seems even on the good and fun days that there
will always be a baby on the lap, plenty of chances for little people time, but
it is not so. The days are fleeting and
the time is now.
Don’t let anyone rob you of these precious years. We still have a little one in diapers
I’m not
sad about that; we have lived life to the fullest these past eighteen
years. My husband and I showed up for
parenting. We have no regrets. If I had it to do over, I wouldn’t change a
thing. Ok, a tiny bit, but not hardly much at all. The ride was fun but unfortunately it didn’t
last forever. But even though we’re
getting off this ride in the park of life, a new ride awaits, one that’s fast
and furious, fun and adventurous, but at the same time filled with a different
set of bells and whistles, an exciting prospect.
For our friends who lost their son, their ride has stopped; it
stalled out in the middle. It should not
be this way and my heart cries out to the Lord for them, for only He can heal
and comfort. It is a wake-up call to us
all: The days are long but the years are
short. Live the dream, love the
adventure. Time is fleeting and flies
through our fingers like a well-greased string.
If you haven’t started really living with your babes, do it today; do it
right now. Whatever it takes, change it,
fix it, start it, end it, make it happen.
When you get to the end of a stage, the end of your homeschool career,
while it will be odd and different, and maybe a little bittersweet, at least
you will be comforted that you gave it your all and you will have no regrets.