Life is full of milestones. Happy occasions that are meant to be enjoyed.
So we have.
Bunny is our first born child. Our big girl. Momma’s little helper.
On the last day of school, Hubs and I were like most parents, watching with wonder at this tall child of ours as she received awards and certificates for second grade accomplishments.
Second grade, people.
Some of you are laughing and shaking your head. Perhaps your child is a senior, already in college, or maybe even married and on their own. Yet you understand the feeling…how did this happen? And so quickly!
However, your heart is warmed as you smile at their achievements and at the person that they have become.
It hits you like a ton of bricks to realize that your little baby is not so little anymore. Before you stands a gangly child on the brink of “teenhood” in a mere couple of years. It’s all happening so fast. *sigh*
If I could hold the hands of time, I would.
But on second thought, I don’t know that I really want time to stand still. I look forward to seeing my children mature into adulthood, marry the love of their life, give Nana many grandbabies to love (yes, I’ve already picked out my title) and most importantly, serve the Lord with their whole heart all their life long.
And this is what allows me to slowly let go as the years go by.
I am not alone in letting go.
We had the joy of watching my baby brother graduate from high school this past weekend. My parents were so sweet as they spoke at the graduation. Their twenty-two year homeschool journey had come to an end. This was their last child. I know that it isn’t easy for them, but letting go is part of the process of parenting. It is a bittersweet experience.
It was another moment, another milestone to celebrate.
As I reflect on celebrating life, this dear woman is very precious to me. She is my mamaw and today is her 89th birthday. I praise God for her and for the life that He has given her. I have many, many fond memories of Christmas gatherings at her house, Easter egg hunts on the lawn, walks into town, working in her garden, and my, but the list could go on and on.
It was an honor to be there for this special occasion rejoicing with her over another year of life.
And she is now reaching the next generation, her great-grandchildren. It makes me smile. I am so thankful that God has allowed her to be a part of my children’s lives. And I pray that God continues to bless her with good health and strength for years to come.
Happy Birthday, Mamaw.
Growing up. Letting go. Celebrating life.