September. How is that even possible? Perhaps more than any other, the start of this month gives me pause every year. Six short years ago as I lay in bed the evening of August 31st I watched my phone turn to September 1st and silently congratulated myself on it being “baby month” my due date was three weeks away and I would finally know just who that sweet babe I had been carrying for so long was. Today, that sweet boy fills our home with love, cuddles, inquisitiveness, knowledge about tractors, a thirst for reading, and a role as a big brother to a little man who simply adores him. Today, my first baby is three weeks shy of being six years old. Matthew is soon to be a third of the way to eighteen, a third of the way to a full fledged adult. What even? In three weeks, for the first time he will have to use two hands when someone asks him how old he is. And tonight, tonight he said “thanks mom” … not momma…not mommy but mom. Mom. They told me babies don’t keep but I didn’t fathom it would go this quickly. I keep joking I am going to put a brick on that boy’s head. He finds it funny when I exclaim over how big his hands or feet have gotten, when he grows an inch it thrills him because in his mind it means he is closer to being big like his daddy. Oh, how these boys adore their daddy!
His little brother isn’t far behind him either. He is my child who never really was a baby. The one who held his head up a day after he was born, walked at nine months, ran at 10, has climbed on all the things since before he could even walk and has the strength and balance of a child twice his age. He is soon to start preschool and my momma heart is trying to keep up. When did my babies get so big? Where has the time gone?
Motherhood is a beautiful thing. It is hands down the hardest thing I have ever done, but it is sanctifying-ly beautiful. I have not arrived at a place of perfection, and the truth is none of us ever will. Daily, we must rely on the Lord’s strength as we mother His people and lead them up in the way they should go. There is a straight and narrow path, in the midst of a raging sea God calls us down. It will be scary, and just like Peter if we take our eyes off of Jesus and start to look around at the threatening waves we are sure to slip into the murky waters but momma, our mission is to cling to Jesus. He will not let our foot slip. God is the author and sustainer of our lives and the lives of our children and believe it or not loves those babies more than we could ever even possibly attempt to. He knows the very number of hairs on their heads, formulated their first breaths and will be their with them until their last.
This year, as we turn the calendar to September and routines for school start, let’s remember that the most important thing we could ever teach our children is that they are safe in the arms of Jesus. That they were created for such a time as this (just like Esther, and… all the rest of us) because God has big world changing plans for their lives. We are raising world changers. What a blessed calling God has given us moms!
Soli Deo Gloria