Does a Mother Graduate?

I am a mother.  My son, James, is graduating  and I am bawling. :/  How hard being a mother seems to me this day.  Did I believe he would stay little? What, in me, kept the days stationary while the years have sped by?    For a short while I had time to mold character, to turn a small heart to Jesus.  And then it’s done….I’m not finished being a mother.  I’m done training.

“Father you are big enough to take up where I leave off.  Furthermore, Father, you bring healing, where I have wounded.  Heal his soul where I have damaged.  Harsh words spoken in his ears.  Fill the gaps Father,   where I have failed to teach from lack of knowledge and pressures of life.   Shore up the good work begun.   Please forgive me for my sins, duplicated in his life, forgive me for the damages I’ve created.  I choose to   forgive myself and let go of failures.  Bless him as he changes direction and begins a more independent life.   Give him wisdom and discernment.  Fill him with your Holy Spirit.  Make him mighty in spirit.  Thank you   Father for your forgiveness.  Your strength to guide him and train him.”

 James, as a mother I see how smart you are.   You think, full of ideas and plans.  With strength to see your plans through to the finish.  Your discernment with people amazes me.  To see more than they show and understand their pain.  Your ability to zero in on real issues in lives.   I love your sense of humour.  Thank you for making me laugh.  My endorphins are seriously excercised with you around.  You bless others because of your tender heart toward them.  Your wisdom and strength to see the pain in people and be willing to make a difference in their lives.

 “Father I know there are gaps, character unfinished, sin unresolved.  I know, in your hands, he will grow        faster and healthier than I could ever grow him. : )  As a baby I gave him to you.  I want him to be yours.          Thank you so much for the blessings you have given us with him.”