Spring is always a whirlwind for families. It’s already late summer and getting closer to the fall ritual of kids returning to school.
This year our second son graduated high school and we are just weeks away from him leaving for college. He’s ready. I think I am.
But something feels like it has been left undone over these past few months of transition.
What am I going to do? Part of me wants to hold him tight, engage deeply, soak up each last moment.
His summer plans have taken him overseas, and my summer plans have involved travel and home repairs and medical appointments.
I stay in touch with him via messenger. I follow his friends who post pics on Instagram. I try to do the bits and pieces of college paperwork that remain.
But it is so little. So distant. So electronic.
No real hugs. No making coffee for him and talking about both the minutiae of our days and the big plans we have.
What I can do is pray. I trust our sovereign God. I trust that this is His timing for T—— to take the next step.
I remember my mom telling me years ago that the most important work of parenting is done on our knees. I believe this is true. Sometimes I even act like I believe it is true.
The best book I’ve read on parenting is The Praying Life, by Paul Miller (aff). It has nothing in it about child development or connecting with your teens. Instead, he writes of the importance of prayer and how to make praying a practical part of our parenting.
I struggle with this. I struggle with transitions in life.
I am trusting God to keep us connected.