I woke up this morning and felt my age. Deep breaths in and out, Barbara, and just start moving. Yes, just start moving.
As I glanced through my many emails, I spotted one from one of my grown children. Oh no, I hope everything is ok. Opened it.
“Hiya mama, Can’t really sleep tonight, so I just wanted to send you a quick email to let you know how much I love you. “
My eyes fill with grateful tears; I forget all about my weary self. I love you too, oh child of mine.
I wipe my wet cheeks and keep reading:
“Not that an email could ever say, but I really just love you so much and am so unspeakably grateful for you.”
Oh child of mine, you do me good this morning, you are an ointment to my soul.
“I truly thank the Lord for His kindness in giving me you as my mom.”
I remember staring at the perfection that you were as a baby in my arms, in awe of the responsibility before me, doubting my ability to raise you to be a person of integrity and passion, one who stands for truth, one who makes a difference. I remember calling on the Lord for help more times that I could ever count.
How kind God has been to me in giving you to me and fulfilling my desire for your life!
“Thanks for loving me so, so well.”
I remember the spankings, the talks and the many hours praying for you. I remember the sleepless nights, the endless discussions that helped shape your world view, and the laying down the law when necessary. I remember the letting go while shaking in my boots…
“Have a great day!”