Happy Birthday, My Loves

My adult children (twins) turn 21 this week. Time really does speed past us. I just want to yell, “Stop growing!” Except, that’s exactly what I want them to do. I’m realizing that my influence, while still real for them, has taken on a more mature nuance in our relationships. As they learn discernment and decide how best to love themselves, others and God, they gracefully listen to our advice, but then Doug and I have to step back and let them make their choices. They’ve done really well. And I’m not afraid to admit that they teach me to grow, too. 

When they were in elementary school, Sammie had dreams of becoming a snowflake scientist and Jake longed for a house equipped with its own hubble-like telescope so he could look at black holes. We encouraged them both to dream and imagine a future where they could be their best selves and make a difference, however big or small, in this world. I long for them to continue to see possibilities and to dream of ways to use their gifts. When they limit themselves or lower their expectations, it’s hard not to “grab the wheel” from them. We have to trust that they will make room for God’s grace that will lead them to where they need to be.

It’s hard to see them suffer, struggle with relationships or not get a part in a play. We will always be there to say, “Have courage…you’ve got this…try again…this too shall pass…you are enough.” Because, really, their lives are just beginning. In fact, every day is a new start, a recommitment to receiving God’s grace and a chance to love.