For 22 years, Ted and I have attempted to be good parents, loving parents, parents whose end goal is to raise adults who are good citizens, contributing to earthly and more importantly, heavenly kingdoms. We always said we wanted them to be strong, independent adults. That was, and still is, our goal.
Slowly, but surely, we are starting to see our goal come to life.
Cristi experienced her first cross-cultural missions trip in January in the Dominican and wants to go back for a 10-week internsthip this summer. TJ is talking of studying abroad or taking an extended several-month missions trip. Holli wants to go back to Mexico for another summer missions trip and entertains the idea of longer missions trips in the future.
The holy side of me says, “Yay, God! Thanks for working in our kids lives and giving them a desire to grow on their own in their relationships with you” The motherly, human side says (gulp), What have we done?
Then again, I guess it’s not really what we’ve done, but what He’s done.
And I’m deep down grateful for what He’s done, but I’m not so sure I’m ready for them to be all grown up and independent.
“You shouldn’t be sad, Mom,” says my eldest daughter. “God is giving me a chance to use my gifts in a bigger way to glorify Him. You have raised me to be this Christian woman I have become.”
So I clap for their independent strides, while crying for the passage of life and the separations that come with it. And I keep reminding myself,this is what we really wanted all along, isn’t it?