My oldest son will be starting junior high school after the summer. And I as a mother I’m filled with mixed emotions this morning.
He’s growing up. Literally. Moving forward. Ahead.
Somehow I thought he would always be ‘momma’s baby’, that I’d always be able to look inside the rear view mirror of our car and glance at him sleeping. It’s a rush that’s catching up to me – slowly.
Motherhood continues to bring revelation: Lasting influence and fleeting control. How ultimately I’ll always have one and not the other.
It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.
It’s reflecting. He’s a reflection.
And I’ll remain prayerful.
To God’s hold on him and not my own.
God’s promise to me.
Train up a child…
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