My mom and I were sitting in a restaurant, today, and I watched a couple walk in. The woman was carrying a baby carrier on her arm. I felt myself cringe. Later, we went to a friend's house and watched one of their horses swagger with a full-term belly. Again, I felt myself cringe. In that season of life, when I carried a baby carrier on my arm or walked with, what felt like a "swag" (not sure if I just made up this word), being full-term and ready to drop, any day; I did it with a sense of pride. I was in my hayday. I loved being pregnant and I loved carrying my babies with me!
I guess I cringe, now, because I'm in a different season. This past weekend, we celebrated the graduation of our third son, Nathaniel. I felt pride as people embraced him, celebrated him, encouraged him, and honored him. I don't resent that other season. I'm currently fully embraced by this season. I can see in the future that the celebration of marriages will be the next season. It doesn't seem too far off. Whatever season you're in, embrace it and enjoy it! The seasons pass too quickly.
As the seasons change, and my relationships with my boys are changing, I'm honored to be their mom; their confidant, coach, encourager, Co-President, with my husband/their father, of their fan club....however, my heart aches, at times. Seasons must change in order to promote growth and natural stages of life
No matter the season, as one of my favorite authors puts it, "It's my job, my honor, to walk them, quite literally, from baby to toddler to boy to man." (Shaunna Niequist)