Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.
My daughter turns 14 this weekend.
She’s the one who made me a mom. I remember those long, slow days in the beginning, when it felt as if we had all the time in the world.
Now, fourteen years later, the days are full and short and I understand what all those people meant when they watched me rocking my newborn and said, “It’s gonna go so fast.”
We’re past the middle of our parenting with kids in the home. We’re past the middle, and did we even notice when it passed us by? Did we even pause to realize we had crossed the halfway mark, that we were closer to 18th birthdays and high school graduations than to diapers and first words?
I wish we would have paused, stopped to look around, stopped to see the day and the moment for what it was, not what it could be the next day or next week or next year.
I wish I would have done more looking around instead of looking back or looking ahead.
It’s in the middle where the magic happens – the pain and heartache, too – but also the beauty and grace. The middle of the ordinary days of broken glasses and belly laughs, of skinned knees and soccer practices, of loud singing and rushed driving.
It’s in the middle that we see our desperate need for Him and turn to Him for every breath and ounce of strength.
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In the maelstrom of this hell,
staked out on cancer’s griddle,
I never really thought I’d tell
that there’s fun found in the middle.
Today I let go a breath,
and could not take another;
this was an entree unto death
except for one big mutha.
Strawberry’s her name, a Mastiff,
and she thinks I am the best;
not wanting me to be a stiff,
she leaped upon my silent chest.
If Jesus was there to take me, today,
she sure as shootin’ scared Him away.
Wonderful and true words. So well put. Now that you know what you know, enjoy those high school days.
When you are a grandparent you get to experience all those in the middle moments again on a new level. 🙂 It’s wonderful.
I can really relate to this one. Our twins just turned 17. We have previously raised four older kids to adulthood.. So I guess we aren’t really in the middle but closer to the end of parenting kids in the home.