Coming to the end of our Nazareth Years

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. 

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!

Embrace the Inconveniences

I was in a "try not to drown" mode all winter! After a fall and winter that had been filled to the brim with constant illnesses and a major health crisis for my oldest daughter that was finally starting to resolve, to say I was tired and burned out was a complete understatement. 

In February, my parents had invited us on a family vacation that I had spent the last year planning out all the details for. And there were lots of details! It was a Disney vacation that included the majority of my family. We even had a bonus "just like family" member. (It was my daughter-in-law's sister who is also one of my daughter Ellie's closest friends.) In all, we travelled with 18 people, including my autistic young adult son, three 2-year-old grandsons, my 8-month-old granddaughter and 5-month-old grandson. 

While I was hoping and praying that this trip would allow for at least some snippets of rest and recharge, I knew that overall, it was going to be very busy. Trying to create a schedule which met the needs of babies, toddlers, teens, young adults, young families, and my senior citizen parents (who will not like being labeled as such(!) and who thankfully are very mobile, active and act much younger than their actual age) took lots of creativity, thought, and many adjustments!

I boarded the plane feeling anxious and emotionally depleted but resolved to focus on staying in the present moment, so I didn't miss out on the joys ahead of us. I was also focused on being flexible for any "hiccups" that travelling with a large group of people would most likely bring. 

I pulled out my rosary beads as the plane pulled away from the gate. (Flying is not my favorite!) As I started praying, I felt God say in my heart, "Embrace the inconveniences". And my first thought was, "Oh.no!" I didn't have long to ponder, though, because moments later our plane stopped as we approached the runway, the engine shut off, and the pilot informed us that we were being delayed at least 30 minutes because of too much air traffic on the East Coast.

After 30 minutes of helping to distract one of the 2-year-olds and listening to another family's toddler completely lose it the entire time ... I felt so bad for that poor mom! ... the engines started and 10 minutes later it was our turn on the runway. The flight went great, I had handled the delay with patience, and I was tentatively hopeful that maybe we had got the "inconvenience" out of the way! 

I have to admit that the warning and direction God gave me came in handy. We landed in Florida to rain and chilly weather, but I was able to embrace that inconvenience and just be grateful to be on vacation. The next day brought more and heavier rain, but we made the best of it. Each time an inconvenience popped up, I tried to embrace it. At the same time, I felt like I was bargaining with God, "That's enough inconveniences now, right?" And, yet every.single.day we faced some pretty sizable challenges that kept me from just slipping into the carefree vacation mindset I so desperately felt I needed.  

Over the course of the next week, one son's family came down with pinkeye, my 5-month-old grandson came down with croup in the middle of the night and needed an early morning ER visit, my dad got sick and missed out on 3 park days, one of the 2-year-olds needed an urgent care visit for an ear infection, my special needs son developed an awful stye, and my dad went into AFIB for part of a day. Even though it t didn't rain again, the temperature was too cool to enjoy the pool except on one afternoon. That was really disappointing since it's always one of my favorite parts of a trip to Florida in February. 

I was trying so hard to "embrace the inconveniences", offer things up, and stay positive despite all the challenges. I did well until the second to last day of our trip when there was just one too many frustrations and my overwhelm spilled over and I snapped at two of my adult kids, then cried because I lost my patience. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to not beat myself up over one bad moment. 

I cried in the bathroom the morning we flew out on what would have been a perfect pool day. While there were certainly many joyful moments during the trip, overall, it had been disappointing and not what I had hoped. It's also hard when you spend so long planning and looking forward to something and it isn't what you hoped it would be. (And my expectations were honestly pretty low to start with because of the amount of littles in our group!) Maybe you can relate? Life often throws unfortunate details into our well formed plans.

There was something my heart felt it desperately needed that it just didn't get. It wasn't about the weather or the illnesses. It was the exhaustion and lack of peace in my heart. I needed rest...a deep soul rest that probably wasn't possible to get on that vacation even if it had gone perfectly.

Sometimes the good that God brings out of hard situations is a deeper understanding of our own hearts. It can become apparent that we have to address the needs that we've been putting off for too long that quick fixes or emotional "bandaids" aren't going to manage anymore. I realized that I had to address my deep need for rest because it was affecting my daily life. Shortly after the vacation, God opened the door for a silent women's retreat that He gave me the courage to walk through. Silence with Him away from the many, many responsibilities of home life was the CPR my soul needed.

If you find yourself in a place of burnout and emotional need, take that seriously. Ask God to show you how He wants to address how you're feeling. Open up to your husband and/or a good friend. Consider speaking to a Catholic therapist or spiritual director. It's important to care for our hearts in order to better care for our families. We can't give what we don't have. 

It's so hard to get three busy boys to look at the camera and say "cheese"!
Thankfully, Xavier was all in!

It's a little easier with two!

My parents with sweet baby Claire

Every trip someone needs a pic with a Viking helmet!
Luke was happy to oblige! 

Sweet baby Charlie!

Claire adores her Pupa.
(The feeling is mutual!)

Happy Charlie

 

My favorite Disney princess!

Faithful Saint Joseph

For the last several weeks I've been praying and thinking about the Third Sorrow of Mary, the loss of the child Jesus for three days, as part of a larger writing project that I'm working on. It's the last of Mary's Sorrows that St. Joseph is a part of and his presence within Mary's suffering is worth diving into a little deeper. 

What really stood out for me in this particular sorrow were the faithfulness and trust of Mary and Joseph that weaves throughout the Gospel story. When I picture the scene in my head, Mary, Joseph and Jesus have just finished celebrating Passover in Jerusalem with all of their relatives and friends and had started the long 91 mile trek back to Nazareth. It was a multiple day journey where men and women traveled in separate caravans. Because of Jesus' age at the time, it would have been appropriate for him to travel with either group. When they finally stop for the night, I can imagine Mary seeking out Joseph. Can you imagine their eyes meeting in the crowd of family and friends and the smile they shared at being reunited? Maybe they gave each other a short embrace as Mary asked, looking around expectantly, "Where's Jesus?" I can also feel the anxiety that they both might have felt as Joseph answered, "I thought He was with you?"

What followed next was not a "blame game". There wasn't any bickering between Mary and Joseph, blaming the other about who should have been in charge or who should have noticed Jesus wasn't there. Even in their worry, Mary and Joseph just focused on the next right thing, which was to search among their friends and family for Jesus. As the asked each person, hearing "I haven't seen him" over and over again must have been heart wrenching.

With anxiety in their hearts, Mary and Joseph did the next right thing and started the long trek back to Jerusalem, where they did not find Jesus right away. I can imagine all of the silent pleas leaving both Mary and Joseph's hearts asking God to protect Jesus and for assistance to find him safe and unharmed as they leaned on each other for support. They were the Holy Family, and they were not spared from grief and worry. 

When they find Jesus, Mary speaks for both herself and Joseph and is honest with their feelings. "Son, why have you treated us so? Behold, your father and I have been looking for you anxiously."(Luke 2:48) Mary and Joseph don't sweep their feelings under a rug, nor do they completely freak out from their fear. They don't threaten to ground Jesus for the next 10 years. Instead, they honestly ask why this happened and wait for His answer, which was " How is it that you sought me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?"(Luke 2:49) Verse 50 says that "They did not understand the saying which he spoke to them. And he went down with them and came to Nazareth, and was obedient to them; and his mother kept all these things in her heart." 

Mary and Joseph show us how to walk through really difficult and traumatic circumstances by relying on God's grace. Even when the fear they suffered was resolved without understanding why it happened, they both continued to do the next right thing; which for their family to return to Nazareth together. Mary and Joseph didn't close their hearts off. They didn't fall into self-sufficiency or self protection to try and shield their hearts from further fear or pain. Mary and Joseph leaned into God and trusted Him to reveal His truth in His timing to their hearts.

How can we use this example given to us by Mary and Joseph? How can we search for Jesus and staying faithful in our own lives? How can we trust God even when we don't understand why we are on a painful path we can't make sense of?

This Gospel story has been such a consolation for me lately. Seeing Mary and Joseph's example of faithfulness in a time of great anxiety and the faithfulness they showed is so encouraging and inspiring. When you're going through a hard time it helps so much to know you aren't alone. Others have gone through hard times too, suffered well and made it through. Like Mary and Joseph, we will find Jesus again. Even if we don't understand why we were on a particular path, we have Mary's example of what to do: we can keep things "in our heart" and allow God to help us to process everything with Him and in His time. 

Let's ask St. Joseph to intercede for us and send us consolation and endurance where we find ourselves searching for Jesus in our own lives. Saint Joseph, pray for us! 

The Other Side of Christmas

The tree is down. Decorations are put away. Our lives slid back into a "normal" school routine. But instead of the usual mix of emotions that bubble up this time of year-sadness that this special time has ended and, at the same moment, relief to be back into a familiar routine- I find myself in a different place entirely. 

Advent started for me in a focused and reflective way. The last blog post that I wrote early in December, (but didn't post until the week before Christmas to coincide with its release on Catholicmom.com), represented the way I felt for the first half of Advent. (By the time I actually posted the blog, I was in a different emotional place entirely! I even struggled with the idea of actually sharing it.) By mid-December, my Advent had taken a sharp right turn from the road towards a newborn baby in a stable in Bethlehem, barreled down a bumpy, dirt road, and crashed into a barren desert that felt and appeared to be Lent! 

The night of Gaudete Sunday was the beginning of an emotional tornado that began with Kate coming down with the flu that kept her out of school the entire week and sick for her birthday and continued with a medical procedure that went horribly wrong for Sarah. This tornado lasted through most of Christmas vacation as other family members succumbed to the flu, Peter struggled in his program, and Kate came down with pneumonia. Caring for normal illness and having to cancel or postpone family holiday plans was disappointing. Adding to that the worry for an adult child traumatically harmed through a medical procedure and trying to help her husband care for her and find the additional medical help she needed was incredibly difficult and heart wrenching. 

And it was Christmas!!! It was important to me as a mom to make it as nice as it could be for the kids that lived with us and whoever was brave enough to visit, despite all the difficult circumstances we were dealing with. Although my list was simplified daily because we were in 'survival mode', I still received the Grace, and maybe some white knuckling, to pull off a much simplified version of my original Christmas plans. The stress and exhaustion took it's toll on me though, and Christmas night I spiked a fever that kept me couch bound for several days and low energy for even more. Not one of the projects that I had been planning to tackle when I had extended time during my "week off" between Christmas and New Year's ever happened!

Every day of the week leading up to Christmas through New Year's Eve felt like our life was a series of dumpster fires and I never knew each day which one I was going to need to run to and use my very inadequate fire extinguisher to try to calm the flames.

I'm still completely emotionally discombobulated and feel like I'm walking in a cloud of confusion trying to figure out exactly how I got here and trying to make sense of it all. I haven't gotten any great insight or even peace about everything. I'm just working hard on trying to calm my sensory system, focus on self care when I can, and slowly emerge out of survival mode. 

I guess in sharing this Advent misadventure, I'm hoping that anyone that had their own difficult Advent and Christmas season won't feel so alone. If you didn't jump into this new year with a list of resolutions and hope for the months ahead, that's ok. Sometimes, life is really hard and just getting through the day is a pretty big accomplishment! Sometimes we just need some TLC and a little more time to recover emotionally before we are ready to move forward. 

My entry into 2024 is a lot slower and more cautious than usual. It's just where I'm at. If you find yourself in a similar place, just know that it's ok. Sometimes life is all about baby steps. Maybe we can find encouragement in one of my favorite movie quotes from the movie Elizabethtown; 

"All forward progress counts!" 

Preparing the Manger of our Heart

I don't do well when I have too many options to choose from. For example, I try not to follow too many podcasts on my app. Otherwise, I waste a lot of the limited time I have to listen to podcasts just searching for an episode to listen to! Because of my time restraints, I listen to most of the podcasts I follow based on whether or not the episode sounds interesting and relevant to my life. There are only two podcasts that I play weekly without fail; Poco a Poco and Abiding Together.

The Abiding Together Podcast is doing an Advent book study on The Reed of God by Caryll Houselander. I wasn't planning on buying the book because I don't have a lot of bandwidth this Advent, and was just going to listen to Sr. Miriam, Heather Khym, and Michelle Benzinger's explanation and commentary. After taking in Week 1 of the study, I wrote down so many things that struck me that I hopped over to Amazon to grab my own copy!

"Advent is the season of the secret. The secret of the growth of Christ, the Divine Love growing in silence."

-The Reed of God, pg 38

The word 'silence' had come up multiple times for me in the days leading up to Advent as I considered where God was asking me to focus for this special season. Thoughts of slowing down and entering into the silence of my heart to find Jesus there has really appealed to me. The week before Advent, the Poco a Poco podcast had discussed making our hearts a little Nazareth for Advent...'a place of beauty, simplicity, and stillness'. Fostering stillness and silence felt like an invitation that I wanted to accept, even though I wasn't sure exactly how it could work in the midst of the busiest season of the year. Just thinking about the words 'stillness' and 'silence' and the posture of waiting during Advent created a hush in my soul and opened a deeper place in my heart where I longed to connect with God and see where He might lead me.

Just days into Advent, I already felt like I was failing. All of the "to do's" of the season were looming, the unplanned was happening, some wounds were triggered, and 'stillness' and 'silence' seemed unattainable. I was doing too much striving and not enough abiding. While there are things in this busy season that need attention and some kind of plan, black and white thinking had me looking at Advent as a time I could be productive or as a time I could be meditative. I had it all wrong, it wasn't supposed to be the either/or situation I was making it out to be. 

God knows my state in life. He knows I have a husband, children and grandchildren that need a lot of my time and attention. He knows I want to create memories and delightful moments for my family at this special time of year. He knows that I like to shop for thoughtful gifts and bake special treats. He knows how full my weeks are helping to care for my grandchildren and our kids still living at home. God isn't asking me to give that all up. He just wants me to make room for Him. God even helps me to make room for Him. He orders my life for me when I surrender it all to Him. When I put God first and surrender my schedule and 'to-do' list, I get to stay closely connected to God and everything that's important still get done with the bonus of maintaining a level of peace that I'm not capable of when doing "all the things" in my own power.  It's a win, win, win!

"Emptiness is not a void, in the sense of a nameless, shapeless purposeless void. 

It's an openness to be filled." The Reed of God, pg 19

This quote made me think about the manger the night of Jesus' birth. The manger was empty but not purposeless. It was waiting to be filled with the most meaningful way. Its emptiness would be filled in the ultimate purpose any manger would ever have ... to hold the Son of God. 

 

What if our hearts became a manger for Jesus this Christmas? What would we need to declutter in order to make room for His arrival? Possibly even harder than making the space, is the wait to be filled. It's hard to be patient and not see that emptiness as a "void" that we have to fill. (And we are SO good at trying to fill ourselves! Food, alcohol, Netflix, social media scrolling, shopping- there are lots of ways to fill ourselves with all the things that don't truly satisfy our needs!) 

What if we make room in our heart and wait for Jesus to come in the way that He wants to fill our hearts this year? We don't have long to wait. After all, it’s only a few more sleeps ‘til Christmas. No matter how 'well' or 'not well' we've lived this Advent, Jesus desires to come and fill the manger of our heart in whatever way we welcome Him in and receive Him. We still have time!  Let's ask Jesus what we can let go of to declutter our hearts and for the grace to wait for Him and remember that "emptiness is not a void-it's an openness to be filled" ...by Him.

A Momentary Pause Before the Chaos

As moms, we are deep in the trenches of planning for the fast approaching holiday season.

Although I'm sure there are some exceptions, my own personal experience is that the moms of the family take on lots of extra planning and responsibility once we begin November. We moms usually add another hat to wear in mid Fall as we become the 'magic makers' of all the special celebrations and get togethers that start to fill our calendars. Creating the special moments around Thanksgiving, Advent and Christmas takes a lot of thoughtfulness and planning.   

I'm not always good at being honest with myself about what I'm feeling capable of creating versus what I think I should be able to handle. I would be willing to gamble that I'm not the only mom that struggles in this area. There are so many special holiday traditions that I want to incorporate into our family time during November, December and early January. I tend to start filling every available free moment on the calendar with holiday cheer, especially searching through cookbooks for some new holiday treats to add to my yearly favorites.

But before we jump into the holiday season with both feet, let's take a few minutes to pray and ask God the direction He wants our planning to take. I have to admit, that this is not usually my first train of thought...which is probably why I get stuck in the overwhelm in the first place!

Since every day is a fresh start with God, we can begin again today regardless of where we are at in our holiday planning. And I totally get the overwhelm...I've got a turkey in my fridge, a list for the next two days of recipes to bake and rooms that need cleaning, and Amazon stopping by my house a few times a week to deliver the gifts I've started buying in my yearly attempt to finish my Christmas shopping before Advent begins. But even if you have to hide out in the bathroom or the laundry room, take five minutes to ask yourself a few questions and prayerfully consider:

-What do you really want for your holiday season based on what your family dynamics are this year?If you are in a family season of overwhelm with lots of little kids you need to take that into account when you want to plan "all the things". One or two special things planned and executed well that create good memories is a better choice than overfull schedules every single weekend that leave everyone cranky, worn out, and frustrated. 

-What has your family been going through this year? Have you experienced loss or are you working through trauma that is going to affect what you're capable of handling this year? How can you simplify things, put some traditions on hold for this year, and only focus on the traditions that are most important? Please consider asking for help from a family member or close friend if even the normal tasks are too much! (And please seek professional help if you're really struggling. A good, Catholic therapist can be life changing!) On a practical level, going shopping with a friend who understands what you're going through can make your list feel less burdensome. Give yourself permission to order desserts instead of baking. Do a potluck appetizer/dessert night instead of a big meal, or ask your guests to provide the side dishes and desserts. There are some years when you just cannot do it all...and that's ok. Usually it's our own perfectionistic expectations based on our Pinterest boards or friends' Instagram reels that drive us to give more than we are able. Some years "good enough" has to be our focus. 

-What is the state of your emotional love tank? Don't just gloss over this question with a quick, "I'm fine." Be completely honest with yourself! What do you(mom) need right now? We are not meant to "white knuckle" and "get through" everything we think we should do for the holidays while we are held together with emotional duct tape! That never, ever ends well. (I've learned this lesson the hard way and on more than one occasion unfortunately.)

This special holiday time is a way to share and give love to the people in our life. If we try to give what we don't have, the love fades into the background and everything just becomes about checking each box on our to do list. Even if we manage to do “all the things” we will end up feeling emptier than when we started. 

I hope these suggestions will be helpful. Mostly, I write all this as a reminder to myself to stay focused on what's most important to me and to my family while accepting and recognizing my own limitations as we journey closer to Christmas and a brand new year. I need to accept God’s Grace in each and every moment and live authentically at whatever level my heart is able to give. This is a plea to myself to let God lead and trust the path He has me on, even if(when) I’m not able to accomplish all I would like to do in the next 6 weeks. 

I hope your journey through Advent is filled with trust, surrender, and everything you truly need. 

This was my artistic endeavor at a Thanksgiving/Advent/Christmas mash up!

We Must Decrease

One thing that I haven't yet managed to do in all my years of mothering is to slow down time to keep my kids from growing up so fast. With eight kids, I had lots of opportunities to try and figure out how to slow the growing process, but I have failed again and again. In fact, my youngest seems to be on fast forward in her journey to follow in her siblings (large) footsteps!

I've been a mom for over thirty years, and I have NO idea how that went by so quickly! I'm still so surprised at how the first few years seem like they will last forever and then you blink and your child is a teenager! One moment you're carrying them around on your hip everywhere and before you know it they walk out of their room one morning taller than you! How does that even happen?!? (If you have the answer please leave it in the comments. I've only got one more at home who is shorter than me and she measures herself against me every week, seemingly getting closer and closer each time!)

There's a lot of stretching and growing that happens ... and I'm not just talking about the kids. As moms, we have to do a lot of stretching and growing as our kids change and become more independent. After being completely reliant on us for their survival for several years, the pushing away to become their own person can be challenging for moms. Change doesn't always feel good, even when it is good.

I remember the first time my youngest son, Luke, just gave me a head nod instead of a hug leaving a school mass with his class. He had started middle school so it wasn't an unexpected response ... I had known for a while that I was on 'borrowed time'. I was grateful that seeing me up to that point evoked such an outwardly loving response from my outgoing youngest son. But I can't say that the head nod didn't hurt my heart that first time. That slight shift was a reminder to me that time is passing and changes are already starting on the not so long road to adulthood and independence. 

While my nest isn't completely empty yet, (it's still half full ... or half empty ... depending on your point of view!), I'm certainly headed in that direction. My oldest four are out on their own; three of them are married and two of those have blessed us with grandchildren. So far the grandbaby count is four boys and one princess: twin 2.5 yo boys, another 2yo boy, a 4 month old girl, and a 6 week old boy. We are blessed that they live local and we see them multiple times a week when our house becomes a throwback to all the years we had babies and toddlers to care for. It gets quite chaotic with 5 kids under 3!

Last week, I read a blogpost from an empty nest mom reminding me that my parenting role as my kids get older is to become smaller. In the line of John the Baptist, "I must decrease".  My role as a mom of young adults is much different than my role as mom when they were younger. It's that "change" word creeping in again. While there are certainly benefits to learning to let go- I no longer am responsible for things like worrying about getting a picky eater to consume more vegetables or being in charge of every child's day to day schedule(phew!)- it can also be a bit messy. Learning to keep your opinions to yourself unless asked can be a challenge. Learning to throw out your own ideas and suggestions and let your adult children decide what's best for them is humbling. Watching your adult children stretch and grow into spouses and parents and all the challenges those big changes bring isn't easy. 

Sometimes there's a fine line between trying to help in a healthy way and being codependent and try to "save" them. As parents, we can stunt our adult children's growth and confidence if we step in and do too much in times of struggle, so creating healthy boundaries takes time and effort. But we don't have to worry too much about learning these skills...God always provides lots of opportunities in our day-to-day life to practice!

Speaking of the youngest..these are my two  youngest granchildren:
Charlie (7 weeks) & Claire (4 months)
(I had to sneak in a pic of these two cuties!:)