My girl finished Kindergarten. Next week, she'll be leaving for college. Her wedding will be three days after that, and before next month, I'll be a grandmother.
At least, that's how it feels. Two weeks ago, she was a newborn! How is it that time can be so warped?! People tell you that time flies...and you know, I never completely grasped that until I had babies. (Excuse, me. I need a box of tissues.)
I've heard it said that the days are long but the years are short. How true. How illogical and strange and spot on.
And, there seems to be a conspiracy with all radio stations. EVERY song is about how my girl is going to grow up and leave me. Don't they know that she can't? Ever leave? Never? She NEEDS me too much.
The people who warn you not to define yourself by motherhood alone are wise. Very wise.
I know that I have a job to do. An important job. A VERY important job. My mind knows that this is all a part of God's divine plan. We raise our children. We train them. We teach them who they are in Christ. We feed them, and buy them clothes and more toys than can fit into our home, and then we give them a gentle shove out of the nest. Or, we hold on to their tail feathers with white knuckles as they drag us behind them trying with all their might to loose our grasp.
I know all these things in my head, but this heart of mine has a REALLY hard time wrapping around it all.