As a parent, we hope our children grow up to become their own individuals as independent decision makers. Our roles as parents change, but our love for them does not. As little beings, we need to meet their physical and emotional needs. As they grow, they need our physical support less and less, but our children will always be our children.
This was written by an author unknown, “When I was 34 years old and the mother of three children, I took Art 101 at Motlow State Community College in Tennessee. One day, our instructor announced that the project we had done on the first day of class was to be included in the notebook that would be a major part of our grade. ‘May I do another project?’ I asked somewhat anxiously. ‘I just don’t have the first one anymore.’
The instructor asked what had happened to it. Somewhat embarrassed, I replied, ‘It’s on my mother’s fridge.’”
Isn’t it the truth? No matter how old our children are, they will always be our “babies,” and we will always want to display their work.
Our youngest daughter, who is past toddlerhood and entering kindergarten this upcoming school year, will always be the “baby.” My husband always refers to her as the baby. When he gets home from work, etc., he will proclaim, “Where’s the baby?” And she solaces him without question and greets him with his normal hug and kiss. I remind him that pretty soon he will have to stop referring to her as that, but there is that connection between a daughter and a father.
The other day, I said to her (our youngest), “You are growing so big.” She must have been able to read my emotions behind the expression, and she said, “Yes, I am, mom, but I will always be your little girl.” That deserved a double hug.
My refrigerator is full of my children’s accolades. Our son is now 12 and his refrigerator memoirs entail prized math tests and essays. Our middle daughter is 9, and her refrigerator fame includes, spelling tests, penmanship, and art, but not nearly as much.
As parents, our children are never too old to display their precious work, or to boast about their individual accomplishments.
Children allow us to move beyond ourselves and help us set our priorities in order. I know as I age and not only watch my children grow but share a part in it, those external things, such as career advancements, no longer hold their sway. Those things are just not as important anymore.
As my children are becoming more independent and don’t need my physical attention as much, family time together is more limited than it was, but treasured. I love the times when my whole family is together all three of my children, my husband, and I.
Whether it is just riding in the car, or going to church together and sitting as a family, those times of togetherness are my favorite times. And I know and realize as my children continue to grow, those times will become fewer, but will forever be treasured.
If you don’t have this children’s book or have already read it, read it again and again, “Love you Forever,” by Robert Munsch.