Today I saw one child off to her first day of high school, and another to his first day of college.
I baked our favorite chocolate cake and we ate together, for the second night in a row, something we hadn’t done in it felt like weeks. (If you comment on this blog, I’ll send you the frosting recipe that always gets raves and makes ANY cake extra special.)
A friend pointed out, “This is a milestone for you as a parent.”
I am grateful for the opportunity to invest in these two young lives.
I am grateful that they will still be around together for the next year or two. (Son got a full scholarship to local college, an offer too good to pass up in this economy.)
Most of all, I am grateful for
grace that covers my husband’s and my many imperfections in our parenting.
In our church, the pastor has been preaching on the Beatitutdes in Matthew 5. Seems like daily I’m confessing how bankrupt I am spiritually, how sorry I am for my inadequacies, how much I hunger and thirst for true righteousness.
Every day I am called to be merciful (as teens are snarly, disrespectful, neglectful, etc.). I am challenged to be pure in heart, to be a peacemaker (big challenge there!), and often I feel persecuted! (Though I don’t think this is the kind of persecution Jesus was talking about.)
For now, however, I savor this bittersweet moment (along with the peace and quiet I finally have for the first time in many weeks).
The gift of children. One of the richest, most complex, and stretching of all the gifts God gives.