Have you ever noticed that just when you get comfortable with something it usually changes? I don’t know about anyone else, but it takes me awhile to get in the swing of something new. By the time I feel like I am finally getting a hold on whatever it is another year has rolled by and with it goes my sense of control. Maybe this is God’s way of keeping us on our toes, promoting our brain function, or just seeing how tough we are.
It’s just like having a baby. You bring home this beautiful new life that completely rearranges your entire world. Sleep becomes a thing of myth and you become amazed at just how long you can stare at a napping baby without ever realizing how much time has passed. Just as you come to a point where your body has adjusted to the new sleep pattern and you are a certified pro at fixing a warm bottle at 3 a.m. your bundle of joy shifts their cycle and becomes an all night sleeper. When my boys did this I still woke at certain times throughout the night just to stand over them making sure they were okay.
Of course by the time you are a diaper pro it is time to start potty training. What a challenge this is, especially with boys. They should offer courses on how to teach a hard headed boy how to use the potty. I have trained three boys, but my number four is about to drive me nuts. He is extremely smart and knows how to use the “big boy potty” but he does it by choice. I must admit I haven’t pushed the whole potty thing because I know that once he is completely trained another change will come rolling my way. I will no longer be able to convince myself he is still a baby. He will join the ranks of the big boys.
Having children automatically adds cycles of change to your life. No matter their age, they are constantly growing and changing. My two oldest boys will be starting middle school this next year. Where did elementary school go? Weren’t they just walking into Kindergarten yesterday? We just got comfortable with morning schedules, right? Now soon that will all be history because I will be shuttling between two different schools next year. To add insult to injury my fifth graders informed me the other night that they hoped I would not be following them around at their Fifth Grade Fun Night…ouch.
As soon as a new baby takes their first breath it is like a ball starts to roll. Day by day that ball rolls faster and faster and before you know it your “baby” is all tall as you are and talking about girls all the time.
Change is not prejudice, it will affect everything eventually. From the smallest things like finally finding the perfect hairspray just to have the company stop making it to larger, more ground shaking changes love and life brings. Maybe it is how we are taught to let go, to relinquish our control or illusion thereof.
My place of work has not been immune to constant change. In the five years that I have been employed at the paper I have been blessed to work with many wonderful people. Just as I became comfortable with each of them their lives took them in different directions. Though life chose to lead them down newer paths I still had the opportunity to learn from them individually. I learned their likes and dislikes, fears and joys. Getting to know someone new is a true blessing even if they are only in our lives for a short time. Even if change takes someone away from us we still have memories to look back on.
As a mom I have been forced to accept change as it comes and have finally figured out that no matter how hard I try to fight it, change is a comin’ and it will win. I love to watch my boys grow, but I also hate the realization that they will never again be little. Instead of their tiny hands grasping one of my fingers their big hands engulf my own now. It’s like flying a kite, little by little you let that string go and before long your beautiful creation is flying high on its own wings.
Sunday as we were walking into church I took my three year old by the hand in order to lead him to his Sunday school class. He pulled his hand away, looked up at me and said, “I can do it by myself, I can go to my class.” I could have forced him to hold my hand, to stay right by my side, but I let him go. Change was guiding his steps and I know the Lord is holding his hand even when I can’t.
Have a great week and may God bless you. I pray that when change comes knocking on your door that you open it wide and welcome the opportunity as long as you welcome the Lord right along with it.