Yes, it aches for the T-ball all the way to middle school baseball games—hearing you recount the home run, the awesome catch, how you won or should have won when you didn’t.
I miss you.
The pickup trucks lined in the driveway and up and down the street. The endless, sleepovers and sleepless nights waiting up for you. The sneakiness. The mischief that came with teenage years.
I miss you.
I miss your smell. I miss your presence.
But most of all, I miss how you loved me.
It’s not that you love me less. I know you don’t.
It’s just different. It has to be.
You’re all grown up and married. And I love who you’ve chosen for your forever.
I’m caught here in a strange place.
I can’t be your buddy like your Dad. I can’t be on your frontline like I once was. That place is for your lovely wife—my new daughter.
So now I take my place on the sidelines. And from here I will not miss a chance to cheer you both on.
But it doesn’t stop the ache. The missing.
Motherhood is a bit of a conundrum in that way—a position where joy and heartache mingle together on a daily basis.
But the blessing far outweighs the pain.
I miss you but please don’t misunderstand me.
I don’t want you back.
I’ve always known you were a gift from the Lord and were not mine to keep. But I didn’t realize our time would pass this swiftly.
I love who you’ve become but my job is done. I pray that you’ve learned some good from me, but more so I pray for God to give you discernment to throw out the bad.
I don’t want to be intrusive in your life or rob you of the joy you share with your wife. You belong to her in every way. And I don’t want to mess that up.
You’ve blessed me with a daughter I didn’t have. I want her to know I’m not competing for you or with her and I’m not judging her every move. Oh, quite the opposite.
I want to be her champion.
Her safe place.
But I didn’t raise her and I know only time and experience can grow the tender seed of trust. Such a relationship takes seasons to build.
So I will build. I will love. I will wait.
And even then,
I know there will always be those days after the busy gets tucked away and I’m ready for bed, when screen shots of little boys at play will flash through my head.
And I’ll find myself missing you.
“I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.” 1 Samuel 1:27-28
Looking forward, pressing on, seeking God.