Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:6-7

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up...

Remember that country music song? Well, maybe you don't. I never could get the lyrics straight -- something about Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

Well, my tune has changed. I'm singing, Mamas, don't let your babies grow up...at all!

I know, there's nothing I can do to stop them, but I'm singing some very serious my babies are growing up blues.

My oldest son is having senioritis, listening to college talks at school, and writing his resume and bio for college apps. Just thinking about leaving him at a college dorm makes my stomach clench. He cannot possibly be ready for this; he's just a baby.

And my second-born is being completely and totally tortured by his freshman curriculum. We're talking the difference between Hamiltonians and Jeffersonians -- and parsing and translating Latin sentences -- with quizzes every.single.day -- and velocity equals distance over time in km per second or is that km per second squared? -- and two quizzes and a test and a paper due all on the same day.

I just want to go back in time to the days when we had nothing more to worry about than how many diapers I had to change, or cleaning up wooden blocks 15 times a day, or even just a few years ago when I did have all of the answers. Now, all I seem to be able to say is, "I have no idea."

I wish that I knew how good I had it when I had it so good. How could I have possibly thought that terrible twos were terrible? Terrible twos are pure bliss!

So, I suppose that the moral to this going-nowhere story is, appreciate every single moment. If your baby can be made completely and totally happy with an ice cream cone, or a story book, or a game of Go Fish -- make him happy. Pretty soon you won't have all the answers and "completely and totally happy" will be a thing of the past. Because once they hit that age when your stomach clenches, it might seem as though it will never feel better again.

A Mother's Prayer for Her Children

Mary, Mother of Consolation, be with me now as I pray for my children. You, who bore the most perfect Child, know a mother’s concern for her children. You are the finest example of motherhood. Open your heart to my prayer.

There are times, Blessed Mary, when I feel so confused. My love for my children always directs me to do those things each day which will be good for them.

I always try to act in a way which will help them to be better Christians. It is often difficult for me to know what is right. Mary, please guide me through my doubts. Help me to know what is right. Help me to direct and raise my children, not for my own satisfaction, but for the glory of God.

Oh Queen of Heaven, my children are so frail in this world. Help me to guide them to know and love Our Heavenly Father. It is through His will that I have these children. They are truly His gift.

At this time, Blessed Mother of Consolation, I place my children under your care and protection. I know you will help them just as you have helped me. Keep us in your love, always. Amen.



  1. Beautiful prayer Barbara!

    Do you think that our kids' problems being beyond our depth might be God's way of helping us to let go?

    Thanks for the reminder that these are the glory days (the ages of my boys being 10 and 6). I know I only have a couple of "untainted" years left before I get to that "beyond me depth" point. As a matter of fact, I already hit that point at times, especially when it comes to math already! Forget me helping him in algebra!

    God Bless,

  2. Hey Barbara,
    I am so right with you on this one...I think the Holy Spirit uses our little (and big!) ones to get across some of the most important lessons we need to learn. That's why it's so important that we truly pay attention to our children.
    Thanks for sharing,

  3. Hey, a coconut ice cream cone can leave me incredibly happy, but I don't think that's what you meant!

    Thank you for the warning/admonition to not think that our children will always remain little.

  4. You know, Kat, you bring up a good point. I certainly didn't mean to imply that handing out treats makes our kids happy. Any mom worth her weight in gummy worms knows that everything in moderation is a good rule. But, sometimes moms get so caught up in keeping everyone and everything together that we forget to really enjoy our kids. And if that means taking a break and sitting down to watch your children enjoy ice cream cones (and enjoy one with them), then so be it.

    I know that having littles cannot be enjoyed every moment of every day. They get to be frustrating and it's hard to appreciate the third tantrum of the day. But, their problems are so managable in comparison to the problems of our older children.

    I am blessed with bigs and littles. I think that I used to think that the more experience you had, the more relaxed you became as a parent. But, now I see that we just realize how little there is to become truly uptight about when they are little. Not that we should allow them to become unruly brats -- but we should relax enough to love them and appreciate them.

  5. Wonderful post! Here sit on my sofa and have a cup of tea with me...there is no turning the clock and they do grow up so very fast...just this morning I was looking at old photos of a morning years ago when I took my two boys - 4 and 2 years old for haircuts....seems like a lifetime ago, but it was really just yesterday. I love the prayer. :)


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