Numbers are a funny thing; their value changes depending on your perspective.
Take the number ten, for example. It could be the score of your favorite sports team in last week’s game, the amount of money you drop in a donation basket, the number of Christmas presents you still need to purchase – or, it could be an age.
This week my oldest daughter turned ten. She was so excited; I was a bit melancholy. You see, should she leave home for college at age eighteen, she’s already lived with us over half of the years she’ll be at home.
That’s sobering. There’s so much I want to teach her, share with her, prepare her for, experience with her – and learn from her. As my dad reminded me this week, our control as parents lessens as our children grow, although, Lord willing, our influence continues.
Yet how can I but join in her excitement? In His goodness, God has given me these past ten years to be her mother. The next ten aren’t guaranteed. But may I seize each day and live it to its fullest as we make many more memories together. May her father and I use our influence to help her find the life the Lord would have for her. And in a variety of ways, may I show the love I have for her that began on a beautiful December afternoon just ten years ago and has but grown deeper and stronger since.