I took another step this week at pushing the oldest bird out of the nest. It was a very tiny push, mind you. He had an appointment at the college to get his assignment for the work/study program. I knew he would be more comfortable if I had gone with him, but I also knew he was very capable of doing it on his own. I love being able to take care of my kids, tending to their needs, guiding them along the path. And so to let go, and let him find his own way, was not what I wanted. But I knew it was what he needed.
He did great and only had to call home once for some info on filled out the W-4. His job is at the college bookstore. Awesome! Even more awesome is that if any of his classes require a used book, he gets to borrow it for free! Score!!
It is hard to raise children, but it is even harder to let them go.
I am very proud of the man that my oldest bird is becoming. He is very responsible and easy to trust. I am grateful that I was chosen by God to be his Momma Bird.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Coming Home
It happens every time, but this is the first time I've put words to it.
In April I headed to Missouri to surprise my Mom for her birthday. I planned to take her to lunch and my sister was going to meet us there.
I was driving on Highway 64 and I could see the Arch in the distance. And then I took Highway 255 to drop south and go around St. Louis. Soon, the Jefferson Barracks Bridge was in sight (known by locals as simply the JB Bridge). As I approached the bridge I noticed something physical happening to my body. And as I completed the trek across, it was as if my body took a great big long sigh. "Aaaah, I'm home." I felt different just because I was on Missouri soil. I felt comforted and comfortable. I felt at ease and as if everything was familiar.
I grew up in Missouri, and no matter where I have lived in these 46 years - Missouri has always been home. I feel it in my bones, literally.
And as I crossed the bridge in April, I couldn't help wondering if that is what it will feel like when we cross the gates into heaven. Will our bodies breathe a great sigh of relief that the journey is finally over and we have found our way home? Will we feel comforted, and comfortable - as if we have always known this place? Will we feel at ease and will everything seem familiar?
There are days I just can't way to come home!
In April I headed to Missouri to surprise my Mom for her birthday. I planned to take her to lunch and my sister was going to meet us there.
I was driving on Highway 64 and I could see the Arch in the distance. And then I took Highway 255 to drop south and go around St. Louis. Soon, the Jefferson Barracks Bridge was in sight (known by locals as simply the JB Bridge). As I approached the bridge I noticed something physical happening to my body. And as I completed the trek across, it was as if my body took a great big long sigh. "Aaaah, I'm home." I felt different just because I was on Missouri soil. I felt comforted and comfortable. I felt at ease and as if everything was familiar.
I grew up in Missouri, and no matter where I have lived in these 46 years - Missouri has always been home. I feel it in my bones, literally.
And as I crossed the bridge in April, I couldn't help wondering if that is what it will feel like when we cross the gates into heaven. Will our bodies breathe a great sigh of relief that the journey is finally over and we have found our way home? Will we feel comforted, and comfortable - as if we have always known this place? Will we feel at ease and will everything seem familiar?
There are days I just can't way to come home!
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