Today I watched my little girl leave for middle school and I dropped off my son at the high school as he starts his sophomore
year. I have to admit, for the first time, I became a little emotional. It dawned on me my that this would be the last year of me taking my son to school. I gave him a little advice about how to live and then prayed over him asking God to give him a good year and to protect him from evil.
I remember my school days pretty well (as well as my mind will let me) and I remember thinking often, “my parents just don’t understand.” I don’t know if he was thinking that today, but I remember thinking I knew everything and I didn’t need any advice from my parents. But as I talked to him today, I realized once again, my parents knew far more than I gave them credit. With everything in me, like any good parent, I want only what is best for my kids. And I think the hard part is releasing them to discover all they are supposed to be without my constant instructing and correcting. I guess at some point, I have to trust they have watched our lives and have retained some of the values and morals we have tried to instill in them.
I learn more and more each day just how much my parents did understand. Their efforts and advice was only for my good. Hard to see when you are growing up but much easier to see with age.