The Waving Mother

                                     


I am the waving mother,throughout my children's years
I wave here at my lighthouse post.
Smiling through my fears.


For when we begin this vigil; we don't know how the winds will blow
But we are rooted in God's grace
And He helps us to let go.

The waving Mother knows; her children will depart
That learning to let go in love
Is a tender, aching part.

I am the waving mother; on life's sea of endless waves.
Their constant buoyancy, cradles me,
And I learn to be brave.

So as life's waves around me; churn and crash and roll
I can laugh and enjoy life's voyage, because
As I wave, my hand holds the One that's in control.                   

I wrote this today,as it seems so fitting to my life at present...I watched my two oldest daughters leave this morning separately..(one for work,one to a youth event)as I drove my son to his youth event yesterday..we passed my oldest on the road coming home from work...waving seems to be etched into motherhood.....
I'm so thankful to have this opportunity....aren't you?

 
                                            

        (taken last summer...one daughter missing in action:)




        I never thought that you should be rewarded for the 
                   greatest privilege of life.
(Mary Roper Coker on being chosen mother of the year)


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