Sitting in the hall of my daughter’s high school. I’m here to see her perform in a one act play.
It’s the last performance.
Her
Last performance in high school.
In the same part of the building, another local school just held graduation for fourth graders moving on to the next level of their education.
Voices bounce wildly off the walls.
All the kiddos dressed up for the occasion – the girls in heels too high tap-tap-sliiiip- along, and the boys walk tugging at their shirt tails and buttons.
But all the moms beam with pride as the dad’s sweat. Because it’s always hot for these things…
And I am in tears watching the flow of families while I wait to see my daughter’s face, and hear her five or so words.
Because although her part is small,
It’s the last “thing” before the day she graduates and another light turns out.
Because sometimes mothering feels like that.
Like turning out lights in rooms we’re not using anymore.
Not a light going out like death.
Not like failing to be the Light like Jesus.
Just an advance to the next level. A new room. Good bye to what once was and moving forward to what will be…
It’s not a bad thing. Our children move from room to room all their lives. It’s actually passage from maturity to maturity. And honestly, I know it’s good and right.
As a mother we need them to grow and outgrow. We nurture and pray and model behavior hoping our children will become too large for the small spaces.
Our children can’t finger paint and mud pie their entire lives.
They must move on to a different room.
Rooms of hope, effort, disappointment, grit, challenge, and relationship.
But to me it feels as if I’m turning a light out every time they cross the threshold of the right now to the next growing room and challenge.
Because once you grow forward, you can visit –
But you never reeeeeally get to go back to the same room.
It’s just too small.
They learn to play, and then play together, and share.
And loose.
And a light goes out.
And soon playing is more about getting it right or making the score, or the grade, or getting the boy, or college or job, or car.
Or apartment. Or baby.
And lights switch off swiftly down the halls as lessons are learned and ground is gained and marks are made.
And scars.
As innocence and naivety learn about bills, hardship, dope, divorce, love,
And people.
And hopefully, they make faith their own rather than just wearing it on Sundays like a nice shirt.
One day, you’re making snacks for story time and the next
You’re at the orthodontist.
You’re trying to explain a tampon.
You’re in the passenger seat with your teeth clenched.
You’re waiting for a text.
Or hoping for a call.
Or sitting outside the ER wondering where the hell everything went sideways.
Or.
You’re sitting outside a one act play.
Looking at strangers.
Crying as you wait to hear five words knowing God is good.
And new great memories and moments will be come and go.
But also unknowns can be frightening.
And the truth is proud as you are of your now grown child, you really miss the days when all the ouchies could be fixed with a kiss and a coke float.
So, Mommas,
Hold steady to the Lord who loves you and your children.
Be encouraged and know the One who created your littles and your feelings has a plan.
And although it remains secret, it is also good.
Lean in.
Surrender. Both
your children
and your feelings.
Exhale when you can.
And Trust.
And Know.
He is God.