I’m on the bleachers, hands clenched to fists, heart hammering maybe faster than my son’s.
We’re in Chicago for a swim meet. A month ago, at a local meet, Gabriel swam the fifty meter breaststroke and made a Regional time. Since then, he's practiced his stroke and his turns and his dive from the block.
Today is the day.
And as the whistle sounds, as he springs from the platform
and glides into the water, as he moves long and straight below and then breaks the
surface for a breath, I marvel at this boy's growth.
When he first started swimming, he couldn’t make it the
length of the pool.
The first time he dove from the block, he flew like a frog –
arms and legs splayed in the air.
The growth of our children...
When I look back, the memories are sweet. I remember a toddler who slow-stepped across hardwood, grinning toothless and reaching for my hand. I remember running alongside bikes when my sons first rode on two wheels. There was holding a babe when his neck was strong enough to lift his head, and he no longer curled into my chest. And sitting by an emergent reader as he sounded letters into words. And pressing the car keys into the hand of an eager young man.
There was pride and joy with every achievement. Soul-deep
pleasure with every measure of growth.When I look back, the memories are sweet. I remember a toddler who slow-stepped across hardwood, grinning toothless and reaching for my hand. I remember running alongside bikes when my sons first rode on two wheels. There was holding a babe when his neck was strong enough to lift his head, and he no longer curled into my chest. And sitting by an emergent reader as he sounded letters into words. And pressing the car keys into the hand of an eager young man.
Sometimes I wonder if God, my Father, feels the same.
Does He feel pride and joy when I reach for his Word and
hold it as life-changing truth? When He calls me
to rest and in His Presence and I do? When I hear the heartbeat of His love and I choose faith over fear?
When I feel His grace and strength and I don’t try to fight on my own? When I understand the protection and comfort of the shelter of His wings?Spiritual growth.
Milestones.
Stretching and growing into beautiful things.
But they delight in doing everything God wants them to, and day and night are always meditating on his laws and thinking about ways to follow him more closely. They are like trees along a riverbank bearing luscious fruit each season without fail. Their leaves shall never wither, and all they do shall prosper. Psalm 1:2-3 TLB
I’m happy for my son.
A parent rejoices in a child's growth.
Such beautiful memories - that's one of the best things about being a mom. We get to keep in our hearts these moments that no one can take away from us. I'm always so grateful when you write about your special times with your children - it reminds me to think about mine and rejoice in God's goodness. Thank you so much writing, dear friend. <3
ReplyDeleteMakes me feel like I'm sitting right there with you, marveling over the miracles.
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Thank you beautiful Julie. I love you too...
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