your kids growing up
Can I Handle It?
by Dionna Sanchez
I donít know if I can handle this parenting thing. I think I might faint, or at least throw up. My nerves just rattle and shake and fears are at my door all of the time.
I donít know if I can handle my daughter starting to date. What if he breaks her heart? What if heís a creep and she loves him?
I donít know if I can handle my kids starting to drive. A car can kill! What if they are reckless one day with friends or simply show poor judgment and hit somethingÖor worse yetÖsomeone?
I donít know if I can handle puberty. The hormones, the mood swings Ė how do I know when to be patient and back off and when to throw my arms around my girls? How do I know when to ask questions and when to wait to be approached?
I donít know if I can handle the whole ďFriendship thing.Ē Girls are catty. Downright mean.
I donít know if I can handle high school graduation. To let my children make their own decisions in life Ė thatís monumental. It will be somewhat freeing to not have that responsibility on my shoulders anymore Ė but terrifying too. To stand by Ė can I do that?
I donít know if I can handle weddings. Will it feel like Iím losing my child forever when they still feel like wee ones in my heart?
I donít know if I can handle waiting up at night when it comes time for curfew. Where have they been? Who were they with? Did they see things I didnít want them to see Ė hear things I didnít want them to hear? Do things I didnít want them to do?
I donít know. Maybe Iím not cut out to be a mom. My heart is in my throat half of the time and just when I think the road is smooth sailing, I have another major juncture to cross with my kids.
And yet when I stop and think of my life without these precious beings? I might as well be dead. Because thatís what the thought does to my heart Ė it deadens it. I canít imagine life without them. I canít imagine not having memories of cleaning throw-up on the carpet. I canít imagine not having memories of holding a child while they cried or running in at night when they were scared. I canít fathom not having memories of sleepovers (and sleepless nights). Where would I be today and how empty would my life be without the memories of doing something goofy and silly in a public place because of my great love for my child?
Whether or not I think I can handle it Ė Iím there. I will do the best I can. Love with all I am. Learn as much as I can. The rest has to be up to God.
Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.
~ Dionna Sanchez is Founder of the www.EmphasisOnMoms.com
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