On growing up
When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.
1 Corinthians 13:11 NLT
Monday night and the girls are singing “last day of elementary school” as we try to get them to go to sleep! This Tuesday Breakfast Note comes on the same morning our triplets go into the elementary building, as students, for the final time.
Next school year we’ll be prepping for some changes. The big girls will be going to school across the parking lot, in a new building, an hour earlier, with a new set of teachers, and friends that they’ll surely recognize. But in a state of hormone changes that may leave them feeling a little unsure of how much they recognize themselves.
When the girls were little, I prayed this prayer a lot- “Lord, help me be ready when the next phase gets here.” (I remember praying it out loud, with 3 babies in the back seat, as we drove down the lane, thinking about switching out the bottles for big kid sippy cups.)
I feel really nervous praying it this time. I feel like it’s been awhile since we had a big change. And honestly I don’t think I’ve been praying enough about the changes that I know are headed our way!
Here’s one silly place I find a bit of comfort: I love to tell the girls about how their Bapaw Rader told me one time, in the early years after Stephen and I were married, how he wasn’t sure yet what he would be when he grew up.
Bapaw Rader retired this spring. I'd like to have it all figured out right now. I'd like to be a real expert at this parenting thing. I'd like to be a pro at leading these kids down the road of life. But maybe it's ok that I'm still figuring it out. Maybe it's good that they see me just trying to find my way. Maybe it's going to bring them comfort, as they get to the age that they can start making their own big decisions, to know that I'm not sure yet what else I want to be when I grow up.
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