The hard stuff came. Regret. Sadness. Tears.
We cried together, she and I.
Watching a sad movie right before bed couldn't have helped, but my heart was grieving already anyway.
And then I remembered...
As she and I cry together... Made of the softest fabric possible, a small quilt I made for her years ago. It had been sitting, rarely used, in the cupboard.
And I could take it no longer.
She sleeps. Still I weep, thanking God for his goodness and grace - even in the hard and uncertain moments of loving our children.
Ah Mel, I cried reading these two posts. Parenting is such a process, and when growing pains come in its hard. As I read this I thought of Eeyore and Will's "white" blankie...What will it be like when its time to move on. Her little story she wrote is so special. "Blinkets" of Love. Wrapped in the arms of our parents and Jesus too!!
ReplyDeleteOh, Mel! Parenting...we cheer them on in their giant steps. We hold them close and let them go. This picture and all your words are precious. Love you.
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