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My son is 21 and lives with us. He goes out occasionally, which is fine because after all-he’s an adult.

I still wait up for him when he goes out.

The truth is, I stay up and pray. And then when he comes home, I ask him how things went.

He usually tells me. Within reason. I’m his mom after all, and some stuff isn’t my business.

In my view, the transition between adulthood and manhood (which any parent knows is not the same), can be a sketchy and slippery bridge.

I know my son will make mistakes. We all make them-even as adults, and that’s the nature of life. But as his mom, it’s important to me to put as many sign posts on that growing bridge as possible, so that when he leaves our home he’ll have the tools to survive.

I have been accused of being a helicopter mom. That’s fine.

And if I can be a Boeing AH-64E Apache Guardian, I’m down.

But here’s the thing.

I believe the Heavenly Father guides us and protects us through all our transitions, from the cradle to the grave-and beyond. He never stops. But no one would accuse Him of being a helicopter parent.

It’s just what He does. And thank goodness. There have been some rickety places on my growing bridge, too.

So, I believe I am in good company. What do you think?

 

Psalm 121 (NIV)

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

 

 

Blessings!

Sharon

 

 

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