It’s been happening all around me. I’m seeing the posts on Facebook and Instagram:
I’m getting the texts from friends:
“I am sitting outside Walmart just bawling.”
“Today was the official goodbye and it was heart wrenching.”
Mamas everywhere are lingering as long as they can before saying goodbye to the children they’ve spent a lifetime raising, only to realize they were never theirs to begin with. These mamas are dropping their babies off at college, going home, laying their heads on their pillows, trying to imagine what life will be like from now on.
Right now I am only an observer of these hard goodbyes, but my turn is right around the corner and I’m really not interested in it. Currently, I’m in the season of “lasts”. We had our last Summer vacation with our nest still in tact.
We had our last back to school shopping trip. Soon we will have our last first day of school. Each last brings me closer to joining these friends of mine who are saying these hard goodbyes, and I’m just trying to prepare my heart for what’s ahead. But how does one even do that?
I suppose, whether it be college, career, ministry, marriage- whichever avenue our children decide to launch- it is just time. Time for us to share the gift of these young adults with their fresh energy, new ideas, talents, innovations, and outlooks. Time to trust God with what belongs to Him in the first place. Time to thank God for allowing us to be part of their story, and us to be a part of theirs. I suppose I’ve been selfish long enough.
These lasts are going to be fun. I’m going to soak them in and enjoy them as fully as I can. They are also going to be hard. But, when the time is right, I am so excited for my children to experience so many firsts.
Lord Jesus, I’m trusting you to carry my little lambs close to your heart, and to gently lead me through this new season.