Miles just hit hide 8th month. He's social, happy and on the verge of mobile. I'm lying on the floor as I write this and he is desperately trying to climb over me. I know what's right around the corner... crawling, walking, running... toddler.
Instinctively, I want to freeze time. Tell him to slow down. My heart is happy for the joyful baby he is and at same time grieving because I know how short his time as a baby will be. Mothers everywhere hold this guilt. They try best they can to treasure up every moment with thier babies before they grow. Older women tell you it's a blink of an eye and then they are gone. Inside you panic. You don't want them to be gone. You don't want this amazing, wonderful gummy faced baby to grow up.
Why? Why do we pull at time trying to keep it still? Jesus went up a mountain with Peter. On top of that mountain, he was transformed and glowed with glory. Moses and Elijah were there. Peter had that very human instinct to try to freeze time. Let's just stay like this forever.... why not? It was perfect. The world was whole and God was present. Was there any reason not to stay?
But Jesus did not stay there. He climbed down the mountain and rode on to Jerusalem. Directly into dark days he knew were coming.
Our children grow up. Our lives change. College glory days replaced with a mini van. Noisy house replaced with retirement. Seasons that bring each thier own joys and challenges. God calls us to live the journey fully. One step in front of the next. As much as there are mountain tops where we would love to freeze time, there are valleys to learn from and mountains beyond mountains to climb.
Miles will soon be a toddler. But today, he is not. He's a lovey little baby and so I soak up the cuddles while I can. I'll just have to trust God with the rest.
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