I’m thinking about raising children. Of raising up babies to boys to men. I’m thinking about process and effort and time and parenting and mistakes. And I’m wishing, in some cases, for a do-over. For time to do more, do better, do right.
This parenting thing, it’s like a manuscript – it just never feels finished. Like there’s always some editing to do, some fine-tuning, some way to make it better.
Last Tuesday, Dad wrote about a young father in Mexico… a young man working as hard as he could to support his small family and yet with that thing inside of him that prompted him to be generous, to share his little with someone who had less.
This made me cry.
I have three young men in my home. Three boys, almost grown, who will soon be living their lives and making their choices. There is much I hope for them.
I hope for them to find women to love, passions to pursue, and dragons to fight.
But if I am honest, what I really hope, what I pray for, is that they find the right women to love, honourable passions to pursue, and that they battle dragons worthy of their time and effort. Do you hear what I’m saying?
What I’m saying is, I pray they don’t lose their ways.
What I’m saying is, I pray they understand, as does a poor young man in Mexico, what is really important in life.
What I’m saying is, if I taught them nothing else, I pray I taught them that people are always more important than things. That people are always more important than time or programs or money. That people are always more important.
Deep down, in the depths of my mommy soul, I know there are all manner of things that are waiting to knock them down. And I know they will stumble at times and make their mistakes. But I also know the beauty that is waiting out there for them! Their stories, their pens poised, just waiting to be written!
Letting go is the bravest act required of a parent. Letting go with confidence instead of fear, knowing the goodness inside my child, knowing the goodness of the Father I trust – this is faith.
I wish I could talk to that young Mexican man’s parents. I’d thank them for raising a such a gift.