There are certain ages, milestones and accomplishments in life that we all mark on our life’s calendar as significant. And as we pass them, it is common to take stock of who we are, where we have been and what is still waiting for us down the road. As a parent, those mile markers for my kids mean more to me than my own.
This year — after more than four decades on earth — is a year chocked full of milestones for me and our family. Sandy and I will turn 45 (shhh, don’t tell) this summer and celebrate our 27th anniversary. That’s all fine and good, but really nothing huge. Our kids, on the other hand, all have big things going on.
Corey, our oldest, works as an EMT for Callaway County but his new challenge is working to build and grow a sustainable agriculture business AND help his girlfriend run a equine training center. Casey, our middle son, is a senior at Mizzou (Go Tigers!) and just turned 21 this week. We all know what that means. And Alyson, our baby girl, graduates from Silex High School as the class salutatorian on Friday night. Sandy and I couldn’t be prouder of our little litter of chillens.
But as I reflect on their lives as an outgrowth of my own, I can’t help but get a little weepy about how critical they are to the joy in my life. What they accomplish, how they grow and where they go are all very important. I’m sure those of you who are parents can relate. I ask myself questions like, “Have I done everything I can to ensure they are ready to succeed? What could I have done better? How could I have been a more Godly parent?”
Those are good, productive questions. But I challenge you to resist the urge to beat yourself up about it. God is big enough to overcome whatever idiocy we have used in our parenting. HE IS. FOR REAL. Take yourself out of the middle of the picture and focus on the great things your kids have done and are destined to do. They will thank you for it.
And take time to cherish the moment together as you all come of age.