I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives.
And today, her prompt:
Older….
Go!
Older with each passing day and I’m finding it difficult to be glad. For with each passing day this mama heart is closer to letting go…closer to setting them free…closer to the inevitable that is to come.
The goal I’ve had in mind all this time.
The end result that all the nurturing and striving and training and teaching has been for.
That they would one day be ready.
Prepared.
Equipped.
Mature.
And capable of flying on their own.
May I willfully choose to seize each and every moment of the now…
The minutes that turn to hours.
The hours that turn to days.
And the days that turn to the blur and flurry of the passing years.
Years of these little people…these pieces of me…growing older, and getting ready for that day that all these days have been for.
And may I, in these moments, choose to see the gift of them and their time with me.
May I prepare my heart with gladness for all that is to come…with expectant anticipation and joy…all the while giving thanks.
Thanks for the day that WILL come, no matter if I’m really ready.
That day when they’ve become older and are ready to fly.
For in the releasing I can be glad to know I have done my job well…
Stop!
Psalm 127:3 Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward.
My only child is turning 8 in October and I am not ready! I want time to stand still for a little bit. Thank you for the reminder to savor every moment. “And may I, in these moments, choose to see the gift of them and their time with me.” Amen!
I’m savoring them with you friend!
Oh some days, with 4 of these little gems here, 7 and under, those days of releasing them feel far away… and then others it feels right around the corner…. I don’t know how I will do it except by God’s good grace! I am deep in it right now, raising them, teaching them… just being a Mom. Someday they will indeed leap into the air, out of my arms… out of my daily care…. God willing they will all be trusting Him with their own journeys. Blessings, friend.
this resonated right now, as my oldest has just started her freshman year of high school. yikes! how did that happen? feeling the weight of all that you just wrote. trying to count it all joy! yes, it is what we dream about, yet it is bittersweet. . . .
thanks for your sharing this day.