Have you ever been so exhausted that you stood at the gas
pump and stared at the instructions—as if you’d never put gas in your vehicle
before? I’m raising my hand.
Have you ever had to juggle working, husband and/or children
time, domestic duties, and personal time and dropped not one, but all of them? I’m raising my
hand.
Have you ever been in a season as a stay at home mom where
your husband worked another job or long hours? Inevitably, you would get so tired that
you entertained the thought of putting the kids in bed an hour and a half
early? My hand is still raised.
What about this? Do you have a teenager who will be able to
get their permit within the year, or an adult child who is faithfully praying
for their future spouse? I’m raising my hand.
How many times have you been asked: “What do you do for a
living?” If you are a parent, your
initial unspoken answer may be, “What do I do to stay alive?!”
I LOVE my eight children (two are in heaven due to
miscarriages). I know that they love me back. If someone or something would
come against them….ugh, I may end up in jail. Love protects and will sacrifice
life itself to do so.
But loving isn’t easy. In both marriage and parenthood we
learn that love is not just a noun, it’s a verb. And a tough one to live out at
times. But the process of learning how
to love well is one of the most worthwhile missions that we can undertake.
My children are 22, 20, 17, 15, 4 and 2. We have been in a
constant state of transition since my firstborn graduated from our home school
and began community college four years ago.
Tomorrow, I will experience a sense of satisfaction that
will be new and extremely encouraging. My firstborn will
graduate from the University of Virginia. It’s a neat feeling that I’m sure
every caregiver feels when they have worked hard to put a child in the best
possible position for them to achieve their God-given dreams.
Sometimes I feel like I grow up more than my kids. I probably
do. The birth of children reminds us how grateful we are but the stages that each
child experiences, reminds us how clueless we really are.
The stages our kids go through teach the great value of
taking a deep breath and counting to ten. They teach us to laugh or at
least try to smirk and not grimace when right after a cup of water spills on
the table, a cup of juice falls on the floor. Maybe that three year old is just
not ready for a no lid cup yet. Oh well.
As much as my children mature, I do too. At 44 years old, I’m a
much better person now because these six extremely wonderful treasures have
shown me my inadequate humanity and convinced me that daily I need to draw from the
reality of God’s unconditional, unceasing, enduring, and tangible love.
I hope that you enjoy this multi-part blog post: “Ages and
Stages”. Even now, I chuckle as my four and two year old watch their early
morning “Little Einsteins” show and my oldest gets dressed to go to the Valedictory
Exercises at UVa with her dad. I never would have
planned for a 20 year gap between kids. But my God knew exactly what He was
doing. He was saying, “Tina, study Me and how I have parented you. Then you will know
how to parent generations of kids.”
"Okay, Daddy. I will."
Then He took the child by the hand, and said to her,
“Talitha, cumi,” which is translated, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.”
Matthew 5:41
Today, I pray that you will take God’s hand and
arise out of whatever situation is stealing the abundant life that He desires
for you. Our Father in heaven knows what you need and He will provide.
End of Part 1
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