When Children Grow Up

PocketwatchLast night was prom.  After the prom, 30 kids came to our house, along with 8 moms, and one other Dad (thank you!).  They came in at 12:30 and stayed until 2:30.  A great group, all of whom looked as if they were going to drop off to sleep at any moment.  They laughed and ate breakfast burritos for two hours. 

I was awake and present through it all.  Kind of amazing.  I don’t do late nights anymore.  At least, not very often.  Then, this morning, I drove to Belton (45 minutes) to watch a young lady and her fiance (daughter of very good friends) graduate from the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor.  As I sat there, watching them get their diplomas, I thought of being in Searcy next Saturday, where we will see our oldest receive her diploma.  Then, in a few weeks Jamie graduates from high school.

I will get pretty teary-eyed through both of these graduations.  In fact, this will be a very emotional month.  There is some degree of loss that I feel with all of these changes.  Yes, I know that is a part of life.  Nevertheless, it doesn’t change or minimize the feeling.  For me, feeling the loss in some way seems to honor our relationship as something very special.

Yet, I do enjoy watching them grow up, graduate, and move on.  As their Dad, I am very proud of both of them.  I am also grateful for God’s tender mercy.  He used myself and Charlotte to raise them.  Yet, he also used many, many other people.   I can’t imagine doing this without them.

Being a parent is humbling.  I realize that I can’t do it.  I can not do this right enough so that my kids turn out the way they should.  I am totally dependent upon God’s mercy that he might see fit to provide what I haven’t or what I can’t.  Afterall, he is the only perfect parent who exists.

I am thankful for his faithfulness.