I have teenagers.

When they hit high school, I admit it was not an easy transition. For me.

Unsure of how much space to give them, all we knew was that they need space to grow and develop into the women God created them to be.

We backed off a bit, rambled forward and grabbed on with both hands. Took a finger of control off again, stepped backward slowly.

All the while those girls were dancing to the same song.

Lighthouse of a mother’s love

Two steps forward, running ahead without looking back, halting, searching for us.

It reminds me of when they were toddlers. Confident in their choices, but relieved to look over their shoulders and see we are still there.

Overall it seems to be going well.

But, during this growing time ,I fear I sent the girls a little too far into sea. Without reminding them of how important it was to come back to port.

To tie up safely with their mother while they still can do so.

The lighthouse of their mother’s love will cast across the waters, drawing them along the route that ties them safely to the dock.

For every night that they’ll have me…

“Someday when the pages of my life end, I know that you will be one of the most beautiful chapters.”