I’ve been stretching.
Not the physical type of stretching that will produce more limber joints or toned muscles, but the emotional kind.
This past weekend, our older daughter was invited to attend an area church-sponsored, carnival-type event with one of her friends from school. I would be leaving her in the care of this friend’s mother for several hours. Of course our daughter was quite excited about spending this time with her friend and joining in all of the activities.
I was the one with misgivings. My husband and I determined that it was a safe, age-appropriate outing for her. However, for the first time she would be at a public event without he or I being present.
Who would hold her coat when she got warm – or tell her to put it back on?
Would anyone tell her she’d eaten enough – or needed to eat more?
She had five dollars for spending money; would she remember to get her change if she needed it – or would she lose the money in the first five minutes?
She’s ten. She’s responsible and obedient. Yet this was a big deal for me. While another adult was available, I wouldn’t be – at least not immediately. So, while praying for her safety and protection, I stretched. We allowed her to take another tiny step in the journey toward independence; a journey that will eventually land her on her own two feet, making her own decisions, learning to navigate new situations alone.
Happily, all went well. After three hours, she was excited to see me and chatted all the way home about what she had done.
Looks like I’m not the only one learning to stretch.
Linked to Mama’s Heart hosted by It’s Grace.