Tears Flow When Children Grow

It sucks getting older.

I am in a bit of a funk tonight. Call it hormones. Call it PMS. Call it whatever you will. I am moved to tears thinking about my "kids". We have a 24 year old who is on her own and living her life the way she wants (i.e. without Mom & Dad telling her what to do). Our 17 year old son is in Mexico on a mission trip; becoming more independent with each passing day. Our 8 1/2 year old son has changed from my "baby" to a young, growing man way too early for this Mama. And finally, there's Kaden--our miracle grandson--getting ready to start kindergarten this fall. Time is passing too quick....almost makes me want more.

What? At 41, almost 42, more kids?? No, I do not want to be pregnant again. Been there-done that. But, the idea of not having young children around this house is very sad to me. Been a mom for more than half my life, and actually my entire adult life. I don't know any different. It's a scary proposition to me and more & more lately, I find myself thinking about it. And I cry.

Those tears are a great reminder for me though. They are a reminder to enjoy time now. Enjoy my time with all of my "kids" now. As the cliche says, no one is promised tomorrow. Nobody knows when their time on earth will end. As much as I don't like seeing them grow up, I do love seeing them grow. Growing, changing, maturing...into the adults that God created them to be. Tears flow when children grow. My new parent mantra.

Until next time,
RSPS Sunny