Does parenting ever get easier? Probably not. We want them to be safe, to be happy, to taste a bit of success, to have friends. But we can not make that happen, we can only pray (for the lost wallet and the lost necklace I am very very thankful, for the sprained ankle and the tenuous travel and the dashed hopes I am still laboring) that God who knows more and loves more deeply will orchestrate what is good for the soul, will bring them through every challenge for their own good, and His glory.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
being a parent is EXHAUSTING
One kid in Boston, victorious soccer match against Harvard, but lost his wallet, which is only important because of little details like credit card, money, keys . . .and being in a city far from home. Many quick prayers for finding, and by mid-morning the good news, the wallet found in a car in which he had ridden, and he made it to the bus. Age 17, negotiating his own way from Boston to Washington DC, via NYC, in the dark, on a bus. Another kid calls from seven thousand plus miles away, almost to the end of a trying term of school work, a few run-ins with rules, about to fly alone over three continents, and by the way needs his SSN for registering for SAT's. Two more kids in all-day soccer all-star tournaments, the anxiety of cheering as teams go down to defeat, watching near-miss shots, comforting, hoping. An emotionally significant necklace lost on the field then found. A sprained ankle in the last minute of the last game. Pulling for them, believing in them, so hard to see disappointment. Both manage to stay in the tournament, but no spectacular sense of victory.