There are days when I miss my children being little. Although I wouldn’t change their stages now, I sometimes long for their littleness. The way they clung to me and thought I was still funny. The way that they needed me. Although they still very much do, the dynamic has changed. This isn’t a bad thing; this is a good thing. It is a blessing to watch them grow up, show independence, becoming who God created them to be. But I miss them being little at times. Their little voices, being called Mama and playing with toys. I am reminded though of all the good things about them being older. I am also reminded that this is my duty as a mom. To raise them to be independent and not need me as much. To go out in the world and be good, godly men. Though as a mother, there is always a special place in my heart that holds onto their littleness. Though my children have time to grow, I know that although things are different, they are still special. Every milestone, every birthday, every chapter is full of new adventures of being their mom. I’m grateful for this. Being a mom is a gift from God, one that I will forever cherish. As I look at my six foot something oldest son, I see a young man. I see years that have shaped him. I look at my once very little, youngest son, I watch how his face is maturing and as his height increases. I see a big kid, heading into his next chapter. I wouldn’t change it. Someday they will be men and I will miss these stages too. Although I know that God has given me the most important opportunity, to be their mom through it all.

Friend, it is bittersweet to watch the children in our lives grow up. We may miss their littleness at times, but what a privilege to watch them grow. The new year is approaching and as we head into it may we soak up the blessings of our children. No matter how old they are. May we give them our love and especially teach them of God’s. For what a privilege it is to be a parent.

Psalm 127:3

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.