Welcome to the final Five Minute Friday link-up for the month of May!
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: ANYMORE
Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.Â
My youngest kid turned eighteen this week.
You know what that means?
No more kids in my house.
I thought I would feel more sad about it, but surprisingly, I feel pretty good. Like a sense of accomplishment.
Parenting is an amazing blessing, but it’s also a ton of work! And yes, I know that parenting does not end when the kids turn eighteen and I know I will always be their mom and they will always come to me for certain things and I will always be happy when they do.
But when I look around at church, for example, where we have a congregation with a LOT of young families and a LOT of little kids and a LOT of brand new babies, I look at where we are from this vantage point and think, “We made it!” 😉 By the grace of God, we made it. With so much joy and gratitude.
I shared in a recent Instagram post that I would 100 percent go back and do it all over again . . . (Even though I really do love my sleep.) 😉
I still have no idea who I will be when my youngest leaves for college in September . . . Y’all might have to stage an intervention or send in support of some kind, because I might just need some emotional help! 😉 For the last twenty years I’ve had kids in the home full-time. For two decades I’ve only known how to be a mother.
But here we are, on the edge of something new, and I’m trying to see the possibilities. I’m looking backward but also forward with so much gratitude to the Lord. His mercies are new every morning.
STOP.Â
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Join the link-up with your own five-minute freewrite on the prompt ANYMORE below, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:Â
“I can’t do this anymore!”
That’s what folks think I should say,
but despair is really such a bore,
so tipping hat, I’m on my way
to what next thing that God has planned
(though cancer’s kinda hard to top),
and I don’t need to understand,
nor need to beg for pain to stop,
’cause I’ve learned quite the thing or three,
like about the stuff that’s truly vital,
and I’ve learned positivity
so my memoir gets a title
that goes, maybe, something like this:
“The Hell I’m Glad I Didn’t Miss.”