When A Season of Mothering Comes To An End

When A Season of Mothering Comes To An End

I was 27 years old. The room was freshly painted. The crib set up. Clothes neatly folded. Anticipation. Waiting. Waiting. She was late. 2 weeks late! She finally came. I was amazed as I stared at her newborn face. The way her lashes laid on her cheeks when she slept. Her wisps of thin blond hair lay lightly on her head. I couldn’t hold her enough, kiss her enough, breathe enough of her in. It was as if I were the only person in the world to have ever had a child. It was as if time stood still.  I just couldn’t believe that I was her mother!

She is now 27 years old, engaged, and planning her wedding!  I am still amazed when I see her. When she sleeps, her lashes still lay on her cheeks the same way they did. I still see glimpses of that newborn. Her blond hair frames her beautiful face. The face of a young woman. I still can’t get enough of her! She is my child who has become my dearest girl friend. She is my sister in Christ.

I was 30 years old. A different room was freshly painted. The same crib set up. Clothes neatly folded. Anticipation. Waiting. Waiting. He was late. 2 weeks late! He finally came. I was amazed as I stared at his newborn face. His big blue eyes matched mine. Not much hair. Those wonderful chubby cheeks! I couldn’t hold him enough, kiss him enough, breathe enough of him in. It was as if I were the only person in the world to have a son. It was as if time stood still. I just couldn’t believe that I was his mother!

He is now 24 years old.  A grown man who works hard and loves God.  I am still amazed when I see him. Those blue eyes, I see me in them. Those chubby cheeks are now the face of a young man. His shoulders are broad. He towers over me. I still can’t get enough of him! My son. My dear friend, my brother in Christ.

I have been given the privilege of being a mother.  I wanted to be a perfect mom, but that has not been a reality. I have let my children down, disappointed them, lost my cool, and failed them in many ways. Yet, as I stand back and observe the lives of my now grown children, I am acutely aware of the fact that God has been working in their lives and hearts in spite of me.

Watching my children move closer and closer to the day that they will be on their own,  a season of mothering is rapidly coming to an end.  There is some pain in the ending, but there is  much gratefulness, excitement. and anticipation.

  1. Gratefulness for answered prayers – prayers that have been answered in ways much better than I, as their mom, could have ever planned or imagined.
  2. Excitement about all the things that God will do in their lives – the people, opportunities, and the  growth. All the things that can only be accomplished in a new season. A new season for them and a new season for me.
  3. Anticipation –  of a new season of mothering and friendship with two of the neatest people I know.  A new season of marriage and friendship with my husband of almost 30 years. And a new season of friendship with the two amazing people that God has handpicked to be my children’s spouses.

In many ways, I feel the same as I did 27 years ago. It’s as if I am the only person in the world to have ever raised a child. It’s as if time is standing still. I just can’t believe that I get to be their mother!

I am still amazed when I see them – my children, my dearest friends, my brother and sister in Christ.

“I will sing to the LORD, because he has dealt bountifully with me. Psalm 13:6

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