Stacy is a wife and mama who loves the Word of God and connecting with women. She and her husband, Mike, have served with Campus Crusade for Christ for the past 17 years. They have four girls, ages 8 months to 10 years. In her own words: “Most days, I try to teach them a thing or two about having a Biblical worldview, math, and language. Everyday, they teach me how to grow in grace, patience, and dependence on the Lord!” You can learn more about Stacy by visiting her at 29 Lincoln Avenue.
It has happened again. We are late. I yell up the stairs to her as if my barking will make her move faster. Waiting on her I assemble all the necessary items. She takes her place in front of me and I begin once again to pull her hair up into its required ballet form. Brushing and pulling, I work quickly. I reach over with my foot and pull the stool to myself. I step onto it so that I can rise above her to finish the job.
And I stop in the middle of the most beautiful bun I have ever made and I wonder: When did this happen? How is it that she is tall enough that I’m the one needing the step? All at once I see her in the mirror. The room seems to be spinning but I am only seeing her. She is 3, 7, and 10 all at the same time. What happens when the step is not enough for me? What happens on that day when she is more than me?
“Mom!” She calls me back to the moment and hands me a hairpin. I smooth her hair, kiss her head, and step down. I look into her face and we see nearly eye to eye. She has her daddy’s baby blues and eyelashes worthy of a mascara commercial. She is beautiful.
So many minutes I have spent with her that seemed to drag on (nursing, potty training, listening, making peanut butter sandwiches). But the years have flown by faster than I could have imagined. I am well aware that my time with her is half dancing, half running away.
She will be more than me. Isn’t that the point of parenthood? I want to send her into the great big world to live bigger than I have. I know that if I am going to continue to mold her that I will myself need to be daily shaped by the Lord. I can’t pour into her what I don’t have. This drives me hard to His side.
My prayer for her is that she will listen for God’s voice every day, love Him with her whole heart, and hold fast to Him all the days of her life (Deuteronomy 30:20). He has big plans for her. I just know it. I’m honored I get to see it unfold. The view from the step stool is pretty amazing if I do say so myself.
As a mom who doesn’t need a step stool yet, I am thankful for this reminder to remember to enjoy. Take a moment to say hello to Stacy either in the comments here or at her place, 29 Lincoln Avenue. I love her blog name and header photo! Makes me want to stay a while. . .