I’m overcoming my need to fight their battles for them — so that they can trust that if God is for them, who can be against them?
I’m overcoming my need to interfere in every decision they make — so they learn to face consequences and learn that God works everything out for their good and His glory.
Learning to let my kids fly — and sometimes fall in the process — is the hardest thing about mommyhood. I want to bubble wrap them, mark them as “fragile,” and ensure that the world is kind to them.
But if I clip their wings, they won’t ever see the beauty of the unexplored.
If I overprotect and hover, they don’t have the space to look up at the vastness of the universe and the awesome power of God.
If I force feed them Scripture, they don’t have the chance to discover for themselves that His words are sweeter than honey.
Yes, I still have a role — an important one — and will be their mama till the day I die. But my role is a lighthouse, pointing them to Jesus. My role is to train a child in the way he should go.
Training doesn’t happen in a cotton candy world. It happens on the ground and in the trenches. When fuzzy blankets are ripped away, you discover you’re alone — and that’s when you envelop yourself in the always-there presence of Jesus.
So, I learn to overcome. Overcome my fear of them getting hurt. Overcome my desire to protect. Overcome my need to be needed.
**This post appeared originally on IndiaAnya.com.