The other day on my way home from physical therapy, aching and tired, I began to list in my head things I’m thankful for. When I got home I sat down to begin writing them down. The first item on the list, is and always has been, at least since I got them, my children.
I’m thankful for my children, the ones living far away with families of their own and the one still with me at home. Each child contains an entire world of experiences and a wealth of potential. They grow up, in-spite of me, and love. The ability for a child to love their parent is phenomenal.
They are the most forgiving and courageous people I know. It’s not that it has always been so lovely, but through it all and in the end of all of it they love me and they are good to me. I watch them parent, the ones who are parents and I’m filled with pride.
I watch them go through trials of dark night and I am humbled by their courage. I watch them come through and rise above and my humbled heart swells with joy. I have one in heaven watching over us, her son, a beautiful person, I’m sure she sees him. The youngest child came along 18 years after the one before and I begged God to let me do better, be better and not forget the lessons, so hard to learn that came with the first four.
The night is no longer dark and the days much brighter and hope fills the air around me. I search for the right words to comfort my daughter who is now where I was so many years ago.
The bond between myself and my daughters grows as they experience motherhood. My son knows I will always listen and care.
God has a special design for mothers after the children move away and they have families of their own.
The roles change with the years and yet, there is always a place for me in their lives. I’m thankful for my children.
Yes, I am missing them
a lot this time of year.
Especially, the one in heaven.
I don’t like to celebrate without her.
Children are a blessing and a gift from the Lord.
Psalm 127:3 (CEV)
Written by Hanna Elizabeth McCown November 29, 2017.