We have one at home, the other launched in the world.
One is asking what is for dinner. One is asking what to make for dinner.
One is shopping for Legos. One is grocery shopping.
One is learning basketball skills. The other is learning to manage a home.
One is dependent, one is married.
One is in middle school and learning a work ethic. The other has completed graduate school and worked as a reference librarian.
One is an uncle, the other a new momma.
One is stepping into teen-hood, chewing loud, experimenting with how fast he can take a shower and brush his teeth, learning to push his body in sports, and evaluating different sides of an argument to persuade his parents to let him do something. The other is navigated potty training, and patiently deals with the demands of a toddler while organizing her day.
Boy and Girl. 15 years apart.
I look at our daughter, now a mother herself, and it is a little strange. Not long ago she was snuggling in my arms, asking me why roads had guard rails, and sitting legs swinging in the grocery cart while chatting to the checker. Now she is starting the process again with her daughter.
Parenting involves growing and teaching your child to independence and freedom -–a letting them go and start the cycle again with their own families and lives and choices. A process by which they learn, grow, and expand.
They also make mistakes.
Just like we did in our early years of independence. Just like we still do.
But as they mature and grow wings, there is this stepping back. Not giving advice unless asked. This treating them more as an adult and colleague. This shift begins to take place as they near adulthood. And it continues and continues.
You are always their parent, their cheerleader, their prayer warrior, their shelter when needed, but now you no longer rush to their side and be the first medic at the site. You let their mate and others arrive first. You come immediately when summoned, but you let them choose their own way, their own direction. There is no insisting they follow your path, or even walk behind you. They now follow their own path.
My husband and I are walking in the back yard, checking on plants, surveying our domain. A ritual he started years ago.
“I wouldn’t have done it that way,” my husband says, referring to our daughter and son-in-law.
I notice the Russian Sage is still in bloom even as the leaves are falling.
He grabs my hand. “But we need to let them make their own mistakes.”
I nod. “That we do. And it is not our job to tell them we think they are making a mistake.”
“We made mistakes when we were first married,” he chuckles.
“Still not immune to making some.”
We both laugh. Hoping our mistakes are fewer and further apart now that we are a bit wiser. But this may be just wishful thinking.
My daughter and son-in-law are smart, well grounded, and wiser in some ways than we were when we got married. And yet they will make small and maybe even large mistakes. It is all part of life, living, learning, and aging.
We make mistakes. They make mistakes, and their children will make mistakes.
I am sure our parents had a similar conversation about us. And their parents about them.
It is not our job to tell them, that according to our calculations, they may be making a mistake. Hopefully we as parents step back and let our adult children direct their own lives.
It is what God does with us. He steps back, not directing our every step and telling us continually what to do. He gives us freedom to choose which and what way to head. And when we make mistakes (or even sin), he doesn’t beat us up. Doesn’t snatch back his friendship and grace, hoard his advice and fall silent, withdrawn, and proudly lord over us with “you made your own bed, now lie in it and suffer.”
Instead, he cries and suffers with us, offers forgiveness, still calls us His child and treasure of great price, and welcomes us home. Like the father of the prodigal son runs to greet his son and hurries to throw him a feast.
He offers us truth, showers us with love. This is how he leads us, persuades us, changes us. Truth and love. He always deals with us in truth and love. Motivates us with truth and love. Offers us truth and love.
This is who we are called to imitate.
I watch my daughter and son-in-law care for their daughter. Hold her, listen to her chatter, play with her, and delight in her. I discuss meal plans, cleaning bathrooms, potty training, and nursing, with my daughter. I see the concern and love she has for her little one. She chats about interrupted nights and her daughter’s antics. I smile. I feel such pride and love. Grace surrounds me.
And I feel such wonder and mystery that the baby I once held is now a mother holding her own little version of herself. Walking the path of motherhood that countless generations have walked.
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