“Mommy, pleeeease let me stay in bed with you?”
It was past 10pm and she needed to get into her own bed, it was already so late. But those eyes and that smile and these moments, I want to live in them because I know they’ll go before I know it.
Besides, she was wide awake.
“Okay, come on, get in.”
We snuggle and giggle; she’s a ham and she makes me laugh out loud. We talk and pray, and I hold her soft, little hand. She tells me the best parts of her day, and the worst parts. I listen. She asks me questions about life and God. She’s a thinker, and I love it. I love discussing faith with her, and I love how she challenges me (I’m pretty sure children ask harder questions than atheists). I’m so glad I let her stay with me.
I love watching my six year old daughter become.
As she is growing into a young lady, I realize how much I like her and want to really know her and be friends with her. I used to think that parents weren’t supposed to be friends with their children.
“You are not your child’s friend, you are their parent.”
I reject that sentiment now, fully and completely. I am my child’s parent, and I’m also trying to be her friend. I’m trying to cultivate our relationship now by accepting her, showing her grace, teaching her, loving her well, listening to her, taking her seriously, being honest with her, and respecting her. My “job” as a parent is to help her to live well in this world, to love God and to love others. And isn’t it the same as a friend? To share and laugh and learn from each other as we figure out life together? As we go through the ups and downs of everyday, together? As we learn to love and forgive and lean into the Creator, together?
I think my daughter is fascinating, and even though parts of my heart hurt seeing her grow up so fast, it’s also a joy coming into a real friendship with her.
And you know what? I’m not just aiming for friend, I’m aiming for best friend. That might seem crazy, and maybe it is, but I don’t care. I’m going for it.
“Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift? the fruit of the womb his generous legacy? Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows are the children of a vigorous youth. Oh, how blessed are you parents, with your quivers full of children!” Psalm 127:3,4 (The Message)
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