One thing I love about Wednesday nights is that I get a good dose of laughter, conversation, sometimes tears, coffee, and a reminder that all of us Mama's really want the same thing for our children. And, while we all want the same thing, sometimes the reality of us being messy humans gets in the way. We are all seeking ways to raise our children up to honor the Lord, and then the pressures from the world put on us as parents, and individuals, affect what else we inflict on our children.
The consensus from last night is that all of us "Mama's of girls" just want our little girls to stay little. We want them to cling tightly to innocence, tea parties, baby dolls, and ruffled socks. Why do I want this? Well, for the few short years that they are "little" Harper and Baylor wake up each morning believing they are princesses and to me and Nick, they are. They wake up and dress in clothes that cover their sweet bodies preciously and modestly. Right now, they still think that Mom and Dad are the coolest! I want my girls to know how fully they are loved by their parents, extended family and most importantly, by a God who knows each bird in the sky and flower on the Earth. If He knows that much about a bird, then just think about how much He must love the cherubs in my home. And, humbly, He loves me too....that much. Amazing!
When I think about all that I do want for my girls, I am reminded about what I don't want for them. Then I am immediately reminded that I am not in control. God is. I am here to guide, model, nurture, love and pray for them. It is easy to say, "Yeah, God is in control," but it is freeing to actually embrace those words and know them at soul level. I can't honestly say that I am 100% there yet, but I'm taking baby steps. I'm learning to trust. The tight grip of my own control is slowly loosening to make room for faith. It is a good thing. It is a God thing.