Hallelujah and fall down in it, y’all! 2020 is a done deal. As it drew to a close on December 31, I confess I couldn’t decide whether to belt out “Auld Lang Syne,” or “Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead”!
Between viruses, lockdowns, canceled gatherings, politics, and the unknown, could it have been any weirder?
However, 2020 actually brought much for which to be grateful. The home-base became the center of daily life once again. More time as a family, less time running to and fro. More time praying, less time worrying. More time in the Bible, less wasted time scrolling social media. More FaceTime-ing and Zoom-ing with kids and grandkids. Oh, how I’ve missed those sweet faces!
It was a time when a startling thought came: Oh my stars! I’m still parenting! My kids are 37 and 39, and I’m still parenting. They still ask us questions about how to handle things with their kids. Parenting never ends.
My sweet Little Mama wasn’t kidding when she said, “You’re never too old to be mama’d!” Listen, I’m so sorry if you thought you would someday graduate from being a parent and simply be their friend. You won’t. And, grown-up kids... you’ll always be our babies.
You see, great parents never miss an opportunity to capitalize on life’s teachable moments. And they’re all teachable moments. Parenting is not for the faint of heart, friends. The nature of it changes as your kids grow older, but you never stop being a parent.
God designed the Bible using a singular metaphor so we’d “get it.” It’s the metaphor of family. He’s our Heavenly Father (Matthew 6:26). We are his treasured children (Romans 8:16). He wanted us to understand the permanent nature of being part of His family. It’s the strongest connection of all the connections combined. He is the Perfect Parent. He will never stop teaching us.
We will never stop being His children. I think I’ll rest in that hope today. I hope you will, too.