I had a wonderful Mother's Day. I didn't have to do a thing but enjoy my incredible husband and my darling babies.
All right, all right, they not babies anymore. In fact they are grown and have babies of their own. But, as all you mothers know, our children will always be our babies.
Over the past thirty years the hardest part of mothering is watching my children struggle with something. School, relationships, health, finances, marriage. I want to fix it--right now!
I read somewhere that a baby chick's intense struggle to hatch out of its shell is important to its muscle development and should some sympathetic soul try to help by pulling the shell away, that chick could actually be crippled. However, for those of us who have watched this process, it's hard not to help. We just have to sit on our hands and trust the nature of the struggle.
In the same way, it is hard to watch my children battle with life. I want to pull off the shells of trials, challenges, and hardships. In fact, there have been times when I've stepped in where I didn't belong and actually prolonged the process that I wanted to help end.
I have to trust the nature of God. He loves my children more than I do (and it is hard to believe anyone could love them more than I do) and He promises me that He will accomplish His purpose in each of them.
So it is a two-fold thing: their growth and my trust. Now I may fall flat on my face tomorrow by failing to trust Him. I may meddle again--I probably will. Thank goodness my Heavenly Father is patient and He is worthy of all my trust.
There's not a better partner in parenting than God! And having my family around me is better than anything money can buy! Can't wait till Father's Day!