Sometimes it is hard having a large family. Many young women feel that the hard part is being pregnant and having nursing babies and toddlers always around. Come to think of it that does sound daunting!
On the flip side, when the children start flying away it happens just as fast. The seismic shift in family life can leave gaping holes. But when the dust is settled, something amazing usually takes place. Everyone moves up a notch. Maturity levels rise. Relationships change and blossom. A child who was content to be under the radar is suddenly a leader. I have seen this happen over and over again but it is always a source of surprise and encouragement to me.

Having been in the race for so long, I sometimes visualize myself at the end. It helps me to remember that if I only had Andrew and Alex I would feel like I was at the beginning of the journey. Their fresh, eager little faces keep me motivated to finish the race faithful and strong. I want my age and experience to be a benefit to those little guys rather than the drag it sometimes seems. It would be so easy to say, “been there, done that,” and move on to fresh pursuits and interests. It would be easy to not read the Little House series aloud for the 4th time. It would be easy to let increasing technopoly rob them of a simple childhood, to let them become, what so many other little boys are today, addicted to gaming. (I am hoping in coming days to discuss homeschooling & poetic knowledge once again.)

But homeschooling and child training are not hobbies for me. They are my calling*. If I was purposeful and eager 25 years ago I want to be ever so much more so today. It is going to take a lot more prayer and way more caffeine. I have lost a whole boatload of naivete. I came pre-loaded with more than my fair share. I have gained a wagon load of caution. But I am not so jaded that I don’t see the wonders God has performed in my family.

3 John 1:4 says it all: “I have no greater joy than to see my children walk in the truth.”

Putting no confidence in the flesh, Please God, let me finish the race.

* Meaning I know that they aren’t a calling for everyone.

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