Today is September 1st. It’s not technically fall yet, but you can smell it from here. The changing leaves and falling temperatures. We live at the foothills of the Appalachian mountains and it won’t be very long until even a trip to the grocery store is a foliage tour some people would pay good money to take. I have friends who call this their favorite time of the year. They can’t wait for sweaters and bonfires and hot chocolate. And football. Must not forget football.
I’m on board with all that for sure. But it’s not just the weather and landscape and Friday night calendar that’s changing. Fall is also a great period of transition. And for some of us that transition can be tough. This is the time of the year that our children move to the next level in school. I can still remember the sobbing when I dropped mine off because they didn’t want to go to preschool and the sobbing when I picked them up because they didn’t want to go home. But as traumatic as preschool can be, the first day of elementary or middle or high school can be just as tough for parents. Especially when that “baby” is intimidated by the daunting scope of the change too.
This week we dropped our “baby” 250 miles from home to start college. Wow, that’s a new level of transition. I won’t embarrass him by sharing his business, but between issues with orthodontics and issues with scheduling and issues with coursework, it has not been a banner week. He’s owning his responsibilities and I could not be prouder of him, but it has been a week full of challenges.
That’s where I find myself today. 250 miles away from my baby and knowing that even if I could fix everything (which it can’t), I shouldn’t. This is his time and he’ll figure this out. And he’ll do beautifully and we’ll look back on this and be proud. But right now I’m not looking back, I’m looking forward and I am uncomfortable. With the transition…with the distance…with the fact that I know this is not my problem to solve.
I am reminding myself this morning to go back and read 1 Samuel and the story of Samuel and his mother, Hannah. She wanted to be a mother for so long and so deeply and then after he was weened she gave him back to the Lord. Wow. I’m believing for that kind of grace and trust in the God who loves my baby even more than I do and will not abandon him.
But the other lesson is about potential. It’s not just that she trusted the Lord enough to leave Samuel. It’s the rest of the story. There are two whole books of scripture that follow that temple drop-off. Samuel was a great man of God and had a key roll in the God story of our redemption. I’m holding on to that too. The next chapter in my baby’s life may be some time coming, but I expect it to be a great read.
Patti Dixon | Store Manager