The diva's and I went for a summer night walk around our neighborhood last night. One home we passed in particular had a mom and daughter sitting out in their driveway. 7:27pm a black ford mustang zipped around the corner and parked in front of their driveway. Boyfriend was there to pick up girlfriend. After a couple of minutes and me slowing the walk down to eavesdrop of the situation I heard the mom say "You are taking her for ice-cream? Well, thanks for picking her up, have fun and be careful." Then just like that, the daughter be-bopped to the black sports car and off they zoomed down the street. My mind instantly went to the future and that being one of my daughters in the black sports car zooming off into the sunset. That's when the phrase "they are not my children." came to my mind. I had to remind myself they are God's children. God's. He gave them to Joe and I to raise, love, nurture and provide for but they do not belong to us, they belong to Him.
The helicopter mom instinct in me will want to hop in my car, follow them just to ensure safety. That will probably be frowned upon by my daughters but you can guaranteed there will be tracking devices on their phones and their curfew on their first date will be 9:00pm. The peace of God will have to wash over me in that instance. I'll want to worry and fret with an added dose of anxiety. Lord help us get through their dating years....They are my world. I wanted them to stay this small forever.
Enjoy your family~
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