“My babies are growing up, Clairee!” is one of the lines my character Truvy delivers in Steel Magnolias. An underlying message from the play is to not take things for granted. Whether it be our health, our jobs, and even our children, nothing is guaranteed to last. We should make the most of what we have, for you never know when it will be gone.
Half of my babies have left the nest, I have two more to go. I have been daily reminded of this fact for several weeks now. A mama dove settled down in a palm underneath our front entrance. The baby hatched not long ago. It seems like it went from a fuzzy-headed cutie, to a very close resemblance of its mama overnight.
There is that bittersweetness of the battle of letting go and seeing God’s purposes fulfilled in and through your children. Your hopes and dreams for their success may be grand, but ultimately you realize they were but a gift from Him. They may resemble you in appearance, mannerisms, etc., but they are their own person and give account of their OWN lives in the end. If we can take any amount of credit, it’s what we did with the days we were given them. Did I love enough, encourage enough, guide enough? Did I love too much, too little; encourage too much, too little; guide too much, too little?
For now, I want to make the most of the time I have (whether it be with my kids, spouse, ministry, etc.). David says it best in Psalm 39:
“LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered–how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you, at best, each of us is but a breath. We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing . . . For I am your guest–a traveler passing through . . .” (Psalm 39:4-6, 12, NLT).