I tend to get a little nervous when I’m away from my children. Each time I leave them, I wonder what if something happens?
Then one day it hit me that something will happen – Lord willing, my children will grow up.
And, yes, that’s what I want, but it’s coming sooner and faster than I can even fathom right now. In the midst of spilled milk, tantrums, bad dreams, and poor attitudes, my children are on their way to adult-hood.
I see it when they choose sharing over selfishness, I witness their budding maturity when they master a new task, and I can tell they’re also growing physically when yet another pair of outgrown jeans gets placed in our give-away pile.
In the middle of these crazy, whirlwind days, my children are growing up and learning how to navigate life.
The fun stuff, the messy-ness, the chocolate smiles, the million questions a day, bike-riding scrapes, pudgy-fingered hugs – it’s all part of their childhood and I want to be fully present and to stay connected so that I can notice and absorb as much as possible.
I can choose to be there, intentionally fighting to keep our schedule and routine under control, or I can choose, by default, to blink in 15 years and wonder when and how my children became adults.
Time away from my kids is okay and even good on occasion, but I need to make sure that extra time away is the exception, not the rule. My children are only young once and I don’t get a redo – I don’t want to miss this time with them.
Regardless of how we spend today, our children will keep on growing up.