May is a very full month for moms! Our calendars are filling the calendars with field trips, Spring concert nights, and honor society inductions. College age kids are stressing through the overwhelming work of papers and final exams. If it's a graduation year for one(or more) of our kids there are all the award ceremonies, special trips, masses, and proms to juggle. We are trying to manage the ever filling calendar while also looking ahead to summer to plan camps and vacations.
It's a lot.
I've had years of multiple graduations. Our record is four; one graduated with an associates degree, another from high school, as well as an 8th grade and pre school graduation! That year was a whirlwind..not only for our schedule but also for my mama heart. That much change at one time was a lot to process!
Now that more than half of my eight children are adults and finished with school, graduations aren't coming so fast and furious. This year we only have one. My youngest son, Luke, is graduating from 8th grade and heading to high school. While I've been through lots of middle school graduations, I have to say that this one is hitting me a bit harder than the rest. I think that the combination of having a "big" decade birthday creeping up on me next month combined with my "baby boy", who is just shy of 5'11'' and definitely not a baby(!) is making me extra introspective.
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| My history loving son, Luke! |
With Luke graduating from middle school, that will just leave my youngest, Kate, at the Catholic K-8 school that we've had at least one child in for the last 26 years! Kate only has two years left before she heads to high school, so we are on the cusp of the end of a parenting era for our family.
In some respects, I'm more than ready to move on. I can't wait until there are no more science and history fair projects to deal with! I'm a tired, (aka lazy), parent after many years of a similar schedule and routine. My expectations are a lot different as an older ,(ahem), more experienced parent. I still want my kids to learn to work to the best of their ability and be proud about what they've accomplished, but most of the time I'm able to be more relaxed. As I've matured I've learned, (slowly and painfully with lots of practice because, well, 8 kids!), that somehow, the projects get done, they (eventually) learn to be more organized and focused, and despite my fears at times none of my kids live in my basement playing video games all day!
With Luke's graduation count down, I've been praying a lot about all the emotions it's bringing up for me. Luke was one of my "bonus babies". (We were lucky enough to have two!) Because Luke and Kate came later in my parenting journey, I was able to appreciate their stages in a deeper way because I had learned by experience how fast childhood goes by. I was able to slow down and savor the moments as they have grown. Of course, it's also bittersweet because with each change marks my "last" as a parent. One of the greatest consolations of a big family is that, even as older kids grow, there are younger ones to love on and care for. But eventually you still get to the end of the line and I have arrived!
Successful mothering is a bit ironic. We spend the beginning of motherhood completely attached to our children: they grow inside of us for nine months, we nourish them with our bodies for the first year(or more), and we do our best to meet their emotional and physical needs as they grow. Then, at some point in the preteen/early teen years, we need to unlearn all the ways that we have cared for and poured our love into our kids as we start the long, slow, (sometimes painful) process towards their independence.
I've found myself drawn to the Bible story of the Wedding Feast at Cana lately. The quick exchange between Mary, "They have no wine." and Jesus, "Woman, what have you to do with me? My hour has not yet come." is a life changing moment. Then Mary's words to the steward, "Do whatever he tells you."(see John 2:3-5) When Jesus performs the very first of his public miracles by changing the water into wine at the request of his mother, it launches Him into the unfolding of God's plan for our redemption. Mary's request is a catalyst in the fulfillment of Jesus' life's purpose.
Just as Mary encourages Jesus in the purpose God has for His life, so do we, as mothers, try to do the same for our children as they grow. We stop looking at their lives in a narrow way; homework, school projects, sports games, and youth group commitments that fill our calendar and make the years pass quickly. Instead, we start to look at the bigger picture. Who did God create them to be and how can we help to encourage and foster their emotional and spiritual growth to help prepare them to say their yes?
This comes with a price. Mary knew that once Jesus stepped out publicly into His full purpose that life would never be the same for her. Those quiet years in Nazareth would be over and would be a source of grief for her.
This is true for us as well. We are blessed with the "Nazareth years" with our children. Then we work to help them choose the best high school, college, and the best major that will bring them to independence and away from us. As our children grow and stretch their wings, it stretches the bonds that have attached our hearts to theirs since the moment we knew of their existence.
The journey of letting go as a mom is not easy, even when you've experienced it multiple times! There are certainly quite a lot of tears, but there is joy as well. Seeing your children grow into young adults and find their vocation is a beautiful thing.
We will always have the memories of our "Nazareth years". And even though what they need from us changes, the new relationships that develop can be just as meaningful.
And the best part? We won't have to deal with any more school projects!
