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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What A Decade Does

              this photo was taken ten years ago.my daughter found it recently and it stirred up memories of these days when everyone was little.A few look slightly out of sorts and I'm wondering why,? My two year old here is twelve now, when I found this picture I gave her a hug...'to make up for that day I said'...

Ten years, oh the difference they have made.
So much has changed, and so much has stayed.
I wish I could stop that hand of time
Before it steals from me more moments divine.

Ten years ago, your needs were small.
To be loved and cared for, that was all.
Now at times I wish I could stay
By your sides and keep all harm away.

Ten years have shown me loves precious face
As I watched you grow and explore your place
In this great, big world -  that is ever so small
And you fly a little and occasionally fall.

Ten years from now, I'll look back on this
With fondness, and cherish it's tender bliss.
I'll remember when you were all here at home
And I'll pray that your heart never feels alone.
                                                                Lucy~