Red Rover, Red Rover

I stood outside this afternoon and watched my little group of A.H.G. scouts play a game from my long ago youth.  My friend and I mused how wonderful it was to watch them play little girl games, especially when we can plainly see that a few of them are on the cusp of young womanhood.  One particular scout, who now clears me by a good inch, belongs to me.  Her dolls gather dust on the shelves and she rarely joins in little girl games any longer.

But today I watched her laughing and holding hands with other little girls, daring someone from the other side to try to burst through.

In these last months I’ve watched her mature.  Her features are not so rounded, and she has the look of a wise old soul behind her beautiful grey/blue eyes.  She carries herself differently.  Gone is my bouncy curly girl.  She cautiously enters a room, now caring deeply what people think of her.  A trait I wished I could vanquish from her little being, but knowing full well she inherited that trait from me.

She’s starting to get my jokes, and I realize that we share the same morbid sense of humor.  She, too, naturally gravitates to the inappropriate.  A reminder that I need to phone my dad and apologize yet again for everything that I put my parents through.

She’s so much like me, that I have to fight the urge to fling myself into her path when I see her venturing down the wrong road.  Instead, I should only offer close guidance.  And pray that she will seek an even greater measure of guidance that only comes from a deep relationship with her Creator.

But today I basked in the knowledge that my oldest daughter stills finds joy in youthful play.  I hold these fleeting days close to my heart, with hands clasped.  For I know the day is near when all the preparation, all the guidance, and all the worry in the world will need to be placed aside, as I open my hands to set her free.

6 Responses to Red Rover, Red Rover

  • Yes, with three teens in my home….I know what you mean. Sigh. I was looking at old photos with my 16 yr. old son last night. He said, “Look how little I was in this picture!” “Yes. Your fourth birthday……where did the time go?”

  • I have a son turning 17 in a few weeks and a daughter that turned 13 in August. I can so relate to what you are saying. My son is a lot like me and it is hard to know when to speak up and when to shut up when I see him wanting to go down some of the same paths I did. As for my daughter, well the period came about 6 months ago. Need I say more?!

  • Some time, please sneak in a hug for her for me. I have tears in my eyes because I can see what you are writing and you’ve done it so that I could see it as if I had my own daughter. I don’t and there are times like now that it physically hurts that I don’t. But I won’t question the wisdom of God on it.

    I thought about e-mailing this thought to you rather than share openly, but decided to share because those of you who have children are so blessed – even when you want to pull your hair out! So, you blessed parents, the next time you feel the frustration rising, give a hug to your kids for someone who wishes they had that right. And know that someone is praying for your kids and especially you.

  • i have an 11 year old and can so relate to this. However, it did make me cry when I read it and I surely don’t need any help with that! Thanks for the reminder that other parents go through the same thing we do in our household.

  • Yes, I know…..tears….

  • Well-spoken and so true…all of it. I had those same feelings when my only daughter was that age and now I can thank God that she has grown into a beautiful (inside & out) young woman of 19. And, much to my delight, she is still growing in her walk with God.