Excuses to not blog:
1. I just moved from AL to GA.
2. We had eight house guests last weekend.
3. Our new house is an old fixer-upper.
4. My daughter grew up and moved to a college dorm in VA.
Well, I could go on and on, but what is the point? Instead, I will share one of my old writings with you. I found it while I was unpacking. (Yep, I'm still unpacking. I will be for some months yet). The article seemed appropriate, since I just dropped my oldest baby off at college this past weekend.
Anyhow, I was unpacking, and I found some old articles I used to write for my church newsletter. They were aimed at the youth group, and I called the column, "Youth Turn." This particular article is about my youngest child. I hope you enjoy the article, dated January 2004.
Well, today is Henry's third birthday. My baby is three. I am all right with it! Really! I am! Oh, dear...
Henry has grown away from so many of his "baby ways." He is potty-trained. He drinks from a regular glass. He speaks (and speaks, and speaks...) in paragraphs. Most of all, Henry walks away from Mommy to play with other children. I feel like a former smoker, standing there wondering what to do with my hands. You kids don't realize how cruel you are, walking away from us like that. You are so focused on the path ahead of you.
Ah, but I am rambling. This process is healthy. It is called growth. I remember when Henry was 6 months old; he was an incredibly fat and jolly baby. At his check-up, the doctor pointed out to me that Henry was not yet supporting any weight on his legs. She wanted to evaluate him in two weeks. What fear she instilled in me! What if Henry were developmentally delayed? What if he wasn't...normal? What a relief when, two weeks later, she pronounced him simply lazy! What a relief to have a lazy but normal child! She pointed out that supporting his substantial weight was a bigger challenge than most babies face. We both laughed aloud--she with humor, I with relief.
Do I have a point? Of course. Check out this little tidbit from the word of God: "...it is hard to explain because you are slow to learn. In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God's word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! ...solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil. Therefore let us leave the elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity..." (Hebrews 5:11-6:1). Well, that is a scathing remark. Have you been in for an evaluation lately? Be certain that you are supporting weight on those legs! Get enough milk to grow strong, then move on! Grow! And don't worry. Mama has plenty of other things to do.
This article is dedicated to my daughter, Bridget, who has made me proud by needing me a little less with every year of her life. Now she has left the nest and is doing exactly what I taught her to do: break my heart by flying on her own.