dan & i spend a lot of time talking about what we think the girls will grow up to be. where they’ll go to school. what type career they’ll choose. we aren’t outspoken with them regarding “have to’s”. they may think we have a list of rules, but we really don’t.
i met a precious blog reader this weekend ( hi joanna!) who’s expecting her first baby boy in april. she told me that she was encouraged about the somewhat dreaded teenage years by reading my blog. i was so delighted to hear her say that because i remember being right where she was. that precious stage of expectation. the days of snuggling a wonderfully delicious baby and knowing all is right in your little world. you’re there for first words & first steps. you tuck them in at night & choose what they’ll eat. you create play groups and create their little environment. it’s safe and precious and tender and you’re mommy. you’re who they look to and long to be with.
you hear of middle school and braces. and boys. sixteen & drivers license, makeup and highheels. and thongs. you aren’t there to tuck them in everynight and don’t know every little detail of their everyday any longer. you hug your toothless angel and thank the lord you aren’t there yet.
but i must tell you two things. number one, it probably isn’t going to be anything as dreadful as you imagine. and number two, it might actually become your favorite stage.
yes i miss my mary jane wearing , smocked dress and big hair bow, baby girls. but i really love this stage. even more than the little stage. i really do.
a couple of my girls don’t really like each other right now ( born mighty close together). at all really. at least once a week i snap at one of them. they think i’m a prude and won’t laugh at “bridesmaids”. i remind them i’m pretty darn cool. i have a tattoo to prove it. they better not forget who introduced them to classic rock, how to choose fabulous boots and MAC. thankyouverymuch. but it’s not all kumbaya around here. believe me.
you want your children to like spinach and bran cereal. you expect them to buckle up and not smoke pot. you encourage them to make wise choices and surround themselves with people they respect. you
beg & plead strongly encourage them to wait until their wedding night. and you want them to love jesus.
but when they do these things out of their own convictions, not because mom & dad said so, then you have arrived. you can sit back & exhale a collective cleansing breath & high five your hubby.
but let me tell you, when they love jesus because they love jesus. with all their own heart, soul & mind. then everything else honestly will fall right in to place. you don’t have to create their little protective environment. you don’t have to pick & chose their friends. or their college. you can swallow the “oh my gosh please don’t let them leave the country, or move to an inner city, or pierce their nose” fears a heck of a lot easier.
my savannah came out of the womb as an independent trail blazer. she’s a go getter. she’s not ( much to my dismay) a home body. her love tank is always on full and she’s low maintenance. it has been awesome and maybe even scary, to watch her life unfold these last couple years. dan & i were talking the other night about what she’s thinking and praying about doing this summer for an internship. i asked him if this was a good idea, would this help with her major.
he said, paige, yes, she’s in terry business college & yes she’s a business major. but right now she’s pretty much majoring in jesus. her heart and her passions all revolve around Him and telling others about Him. that’s what she talks about. that’s what excites her.
our church is planting a church in athens, Grace Athens. when savannah heard about this, coming to her campus, she was beyond fired up. she’s gone to meetings & been involved in some of the planning.
i woke this morning to seeing this image on facebook. their first gathering was last night. there she is, front and center. my trailblazer. (peach dress, taupe boots) completely surrendered to Him. wide open. who cares if she ate her spinach when she seven or who her friends were when she was in 7th grade ( that’s actually a pretty cool story). she loves Him. and honestly, that’s all that matters…
I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.