Never Grow Up
NEVER GROW UP
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I love the movie Hook.
My heart always gets emotional during one particular scene. A child is holding ‘grown up’ Peter’s face in his hands, and as he looks into his eyes he sees the
‘little boy’ Peter.
His heart smiles and he says~
”there you are Peter.”
Maybe I get emotional because I have moments like this with my own children.
I know that it’s part of our job as parents to raise them to be responsible adults who no longer need us, but I don’t believe there’s a mom in this world who doesn’t miss her children when they were... well...children.
We’re proud of them and the adults they’ve become, but we still miss those little beings.
Adulting can be so serious at times.
So, I have these mama moments.
Moments when I see my oldest and the childlike excitement and joy in her eyes every time she’s able to do something sweet and unexpected for someone.
Since the day she could walk and talk she’s had a tender, giving heart for others. When she shares those special moments with me~
I see my little girl and my heart smiles and says~ “there you are Jessica.”
Moments when I see my middle daughter rolling around on the floor with her boys and I see those boys laugh in sheer delight at their silly mama~
who for a few playful hours puts the cares of this world aside to care for the most important things in her world~
When I see her chasing and tickling and making goofy, childlike faces and she catches my eye~
I see my little girl and my heart smiles and says~”there you are Andrea.”
Moments when my son asks if we are busy because he just has a “quick question” and an hour visit feels like mere minutes. Each time I find myself wishing he could stay just a little longer. Moments when I study his face as he’s talking to his daddy~
I see my little boy and my heart smiles and says~ “there you are Michael.”
Moments when my youngest daughter shares little, insignificant details of her everyday life that are very significant to me. Texts about her dog and cats, her makeup or a cozy, fuzzy sweater she found. Moments when she repeats an inside joke from her childhood that only the two of us share~
I see my little girl and my heart smiles and says~”there you are Kathryn.”
Am I proud of the adults my children have become? Yes I am.
They aren’t just my children.
Aside from my husband,
they’re my best friends.
Do I still miss the children they were at times?
Yes I do.
But now I have these new little beings that surround me, that give me unlimited hugs and continual snuggles. Little ones that look just like my children, and when I see Ellie take care of her younger cousins or Clara get down on the floor so that her little cousin can stand on her back to reach the drinking fountain~
I see my little girl and my heart smiles and says~”there you are Jessica.”
When I see Ethan sweetly sharing with his little brothers and Gabe making goofy faces at his grandpa, without a care in the world~
I see my silly, happy little girl and my heart smiles and says~”there you are Andrea.”
You will always be mommy no matter how adult your children become.
Don’t be sad that they are grown. Their childlike heart is still inside them. You gave them that gift, and it will live on in their hearts.
~Perhaps one day in the hearts of their children as well.
Don’t lose sight of that.
If you look into their grown up eyes, you will see it~
and when you do, your heart will smile because their eyes will always say~
“there you are mommy“.
•”Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.”
•“Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.”
Psalms 127:3 KJV
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