I’m wondering when your children become your friends.
I think it happens gradually – subtle direction changes in conversation, quick snapshots of genuine interest, the odd challenging but respectful question, honest caring, simple “let’s go to a movie together” suggestions, help without asking, phone calls for no reason – little breaths of maturity that I miss if I’m not intentional about looking for them. I can even sense the change in a text.
“You ever get tired of blogging?“
“No…I love the challenge and discipline of watching what God is doing in my life. I love learning and I love writing about what I’m learning.”
“Cool! Love you mom.”
“Thanks – that means so much to me.”
When my first child was born, someone gave me a rather prophetic card with a simple but memorable message. The card read,”Congratulations on having a baby….life as you once knew it is now over.” It was so very true. When Dawne was born, my life changed, never to be the same again…and it kept changing when Danae and Drew came along. I remember passing through distinct seasons of life as a woman, wife and mother as the years unfolded. Change was a constant.
My oldest child has made me a grandmother and now I go on adventures with six year old Phoenie, just like I used to do with Dawne, Danae and Drew when they were young. My youngest child is heading to England for law school in the fall and he towers over me as I hug him.
Everyone is all grown up and my relationship with each of them continues to change.
It’s beginning to feel a lot like friendship…
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh,” he whispered.
“Nothing, said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw, “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
Winnie the Pooh quote