With every ending comes a new beginning.
It’s the start of summer, and so many things have come to an end. Such a bitter sweet day for many parents who will watch their sons and daughters fly away from the nest. My daughter is only in second grade but as I watch her leaf through the work she has produced all year, each colored piece of paper exhibiting her ability to be independent of ME, each word she has written, her own, I can’t help but feel a little lighter, and a little sad. When she was a baby in my arms I felt the weight of her so close to my body. I could inhale her sweet breath and keep her tiny fingers tucked in the palm of my hand. Now those same fingers are creating, writing and grabbing life with an exuberant energy. Those tiny hands once stroked my cheek as I nourished the girl they belonged to and now I worry about how the world will try to nourish her. I pray she learns to seek The Lord...the only one who can nourish her fully. I think of these things as I watch her reading a poem she wrote about the color blue.
I cry a little.
“Oh mom, you always cry,” she says matter of factly. Yes, we mothers cry. Our swollen hearts can take a lot but sometimes we need to let a little emotion out so we don’t burst.
For all the moms out there whose hearts are full, swollen, devastated, joyful, relieved, grieving...remind yourself that with every ending comes a new beginning and that the God that created us will hold us in his loving arms comforting us until we have eyes to see just how beautiful His new beginnings can be.
Happy summer. Happy new beginnings.
