Last weekend, my oldest daughter went to prom. Sounds reasonable, right?
Not.
Mom was not prepared for the emotions associated with such things. Memories of my own prom (that dress! ugh!) came flooding back. I listened in horror as my daughter explained that she went with friends because most of the boys were waiting for the girls to ask them!
:::THUD:::
Okay, I'm definitely getting older. Well, Cinderella made it off to the ball (fresh from a day's work even). I can still remember how little she looked going off to kindergarten with all her beads bouncing. How on earth can she be going to prom?, I thought. I still don't know where the time went, but I praise God. My little girl is growing up... (And her sister, who picked the dress, pinned everything and did her makeup is right behind her). I could tell that our neighbors who came out to see were thinking the same thing -- "What happened to that skinny little girl they used to have?"
I think that little girl is gone but she'll always be my baby. Dad is
dropped her off (after a short chat with the security!) and picked her up. Just when I was almost over it, I started thinking about next year--graduation!
Father God,
Thank you for seasons. Help us to see where we are
and to grow up and get over all the things that hold us back. And when
it seems to hard, save us a place in Your lap, Daddy. Thank you for
saving one place where we can always be little girls--in Your arms.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
Marilynn Griffith is wife
to a deacon, mom to a tribe and proof that God gives second chances.
When not scrambling to park her van straight AND catch a good sale, she
writes novels about faith, friendship and forgiveness. Every now and
again, she shares a song and thoughts about faith and life on her blog,
Rhythms of Grace.
Pretty girl, Mary. My oldest is almost 17. It's hard watching them grow up, but God is good. We'll reap the harvest we planted in them. They're in good soil.
Posted by: Rhonda McKnight | May 04, 2008 at 02:05 PM