These moments will carry
There’s eleven years between my older boys and my younger ones. And because of this age gap, I was instantly placed in two different stages of motherhood. Both of which I loved.
While the babies were napping and requiring early bed times, my teens were beginning to date and drive themselves to places they needed to be.
Quite Honestly—I often felt torn in two.
“Children are God’s love-gift; they are heaven’s generous reward”
As the clock has continued to wind, I’m beginning to see their generational divide narrow, and it’s so good for my mama heart.
No longer are they unable to connect with meaningful conversation; instead, they’re finding common ground and genuine friendship.
Over the weekend, one of my older boys, David, joined us for a stay in Cincinnati so he could watch his younger brother, Keegan, play in a soccer tournament.
On a morning stroll for coffee in the city, I trailed behind as they walked ahead, almost shoulder to shoulder, and that simple scene planted itself as a lasting picture in my mind.
I knew these days would come, but I hadn’t realized the depth of healing they would bring. I thought I was waiting for them — turns out the waiting was for me. My heart needed this more than theirs.
