The days are warming up and we are jubilantly soaking in the carefree moments.
From lunchtime walks to weekend wanderings,
the sprouts of spring are spunky and spirited and (in)spiring.
Wanderings like these lend themselves to reflection.
There are some things that always remain the same throughout all seasons of motherhood.
Love is a constant.
Love fiercely.
Love practically.
Love freely.
Love patiently.
Love firmly.
Love.
Say yes whenever you can.
Yes to opportunities to connect.
YES.
Pray.
Pray hard.
Pray for your beautiful Blossoms (or Sprouts).
Pray for yourself and your husband.
Pray.
Other things do change. Subtly, but they do.
A twenty-year-old is not "managed" the same way an eight-year-old is "managed."
There are no more reminders to brush teeth or set alarms.
There is no more hovering about the mirror to make sure modesty standards are upheld.
She and the Holy Spirit can figure it out by now.
I'm around if she asks for my opinion.
What used to be a long parenting exhortation
is now a well-placed sentence at the right time.
Given with prayerful grace.
I don't tell the older Blossoms how to handle a situation;
I try to listen to their recounting and see how they handled it.
We're here with wisdom, but, most likely, she already knows what we'd say.
She has His voice inside her.
Some situations just need prayer,
not more of my opinions.
Motherhood shifts, but I'm finding joy behind the shifts,
noting the growing maturity, the deeply held personal standards,
blossoming goals and dreams, and a solid foundation.
May He continue to build in the Blossoms' lives. May He weave the tapestries of their lives.
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