I've had a trip planned for a while now that I'm overly excited about. I know I'm overly excited and I also know I'm putting way too much expectation on the whole thing, but that's how we moms with grown up children living miles away roll. We soar high, dip low, then strap in and do it all over again.
My younger daughter (that's her on the left) is a teacher and on spring break next week. My older daughter (that's her on the right) is six months pregnant and living on the other side of the country, soooo...hubs said go and we're going. He'll stay here and mind the store so to speak, and that's just one more thing about this next week to feel grateful for. My daughter's husband will be away working so it will be just us girls for one whole entire complete week, which is a rare and precious gift.
And most days I see it that way.
Then there are the other days. The days I can already feel myself thinking it won't be enough, because it's never enough. A friend of mine told me she almost dreads going to visit her daughter because she looks so forward to it for so long beforehand, and then it's over in a flash, and I could feel the longing and the heartache in her words right down to my marrow.
Parenting is something I believe God uses to sanctify us. He has used every season of growing up girls to refine me and change me into who He wants me to be, including this current season where my girls are fully grown. Why did I ever imagine there would be some stopping point to the seasons of parenting?
I hold tightly to the truth that He is enough.
For them and for me.