Okay, well maybe my son did not take his share of the treasure and leave. But his absence from our home each day seems that way. His smile, his laughter and his presence has always been his treasure. So in a way it is the same.
Then, suddenly he calls and tells us he is coming home for the weekend. I feel like the Father in the Prodigal Son story, waiting at the end of the driveway, with a big grin on my face. Those days where the four of us are together again fills me with pure joy!
College has been a blessing and a struggle for us as parents. A blessing in that our son has grown into this amazing young man, responsible, mature, faithful and loving. But a struggle because he is too far away to share moments of the day with. He is a computer science major, but not a Facebooker – he is a gamer, but not a Twitter – he is a programmer, but not a texter. Which in many ways may be good, I have to call him to communicate and that is so much better than online or texts.
I thank the Lord every single day for both my daughter and my son. My life is filled with grace from watching them grow. Hug your children today, tell them how much they mean to you and how much you love them!
Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts
for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like them,
but seek ot to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
Kahlil Gibran 1883-1935