I cried in church today.
I dropped off my precious twins to the nursery for the first time.
And that was the last time for that “first”.
There really is something to the very first “first” with your first baby and then the very last “first” with your last baby that feels almost the same.
With the first baby, you are saying hello and goodbye at the same time to absolutely everything, and because it’s all so new, it can get overwhelming. Time can fly by or crawl as they get older, and while there is a grieving of what is being left behind, there is also an excitement for the future.
Time seems to fly by the fastest with these last babies of mine. Before I know it, I’m staring many “lasts” in the face even as they take their “firsts”. This has been overwhelming at times.
I am really feeling the ending of each small section and season of babyhood and it’s hard not to white knuckle it and try and make this short, precious time last just a little bit longer.
Staying in a position of mourning what was, sometimes seems easier than bravely looking ahead and believing that there are greater and more amazing things to come.
I know that my children will always be mine. No matter what they do or where they go in life, they will always be my special gifts from Heaven.
Nothing will ever change that.
It’s the choosing to be brave and move forward, allowing them to fully grow up into the amazing humans they were meant to be, that takes the most courage. And I don’t always want to be brave.
How do we, as moms, joyfully move forward and allow our children to grow up and away from us?
By remembering and BELIEVING that the best is yet to come.
We’ve got to do this, mamas.
In order for the future to remain bright for us, our families, and our children, we have to learn how to gracefully let go of what was, and turn and welcome the future. Hopefully, with open arms and a smile.
We need hope for the future.
Most of all, we need a ton of peace.
Peace and assurance that everything and everyone really ARE going to be okay. The only way this happens is if we surrender all of it to Jesus and entrust the entirety of our lives and the lives of our loved ones to Him.
He cares more than we ever could about the health and well-being of our children.
His love for them (and for us) far outstrips the love we have in our hearts for them.
His intentions and plans are ALWAYS good.
And, He can be trusted.
“For I know the plans and thoughts that I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans for peace and well-being and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29:11 AMP
“God is not a man, so he does not lie. He is not human, so he does not change his mind. Has he ever spoken and failed to act? Has he ever promised and not carried it through?”
Numbers 23:19 NLT
So mama, let me encourage you and me with this:
The seasons will change and our babies will eventually grow into adults…and really, that’s what we want, right?
It’s okay to grieve the passing of a season, but don’t stay in grief. It can rob the present and future of its peace and joy.
There is MORE joy ahead than behind.
The future is bright and full of hope, and the best is really yet to be.
You’ve got this, mama.
Love,
Kristi
Xoxoxo
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