Is Hard for us parents recognize when our kids are growing. Is even more harder when they start looking their own horizons. Sometimes we prefer to ignore.

How many times you’ve said to your kids: you’re not a grown up, you’re still a child? Then one minute later you yell: Behave like a grown up, you’re not a child anymore! Is it them or us who are struggling with growth?

3:30 am there was a huricane heading towards Puerto Rico’s Island. I’ve just reached my 8th month and two weeks of pregnancy. It’s been 12 hours of contractions and my obtetrician told me that I was schedule for two more weeks. I tried to ignore my pain. In those moments I learn the pregnant women are the one who knows exactly when they’re going to give birth. I was not the exception.

The most expected hours of my life were near. My first child will be born, and then happened, my first child was born.

Year had passed and never in our mind the memories are erased. The first time you see them, the first time you take them to school, when they came dirty and their uniform are a disaster. When they start to use strange clothes, “I know everything” stage, the rivalry stage: “I know, I know, don’t tell me nothing” and things like that. Then you noticed they look exactly like you, the same stubborn head, the same behavior: is like they were a better version of you. How much we love our children!

Suddenly the time comes to push them out of the nest, - go on you have to fly, I know you can -. Is the time you have to have faith in the foundations you stablished in their mind. If we don’t let them go we will never know if we did a good job. Is an act of faith and trust let them go, fly and grow.

Push, give birth and grow them that causes pain. See them go with luggage in their arms, take them to the airport and see them depart causes the same pain. But to see in their eyes like they say: “I don’t know what you did, but you did it; You might have to tell me how to do it when I’ll have children of my own, to do as you did” is priceless.

In that moment you realize that no matter what your child know your efforts. The only thing you can answer is: “I raised you in the House of the Lord all the time. No matter if you bodered or ran around the whole church thinking that was the town park. Never crossed my mind leaving you home, warning or punished you. Because after all, my Father’s House is a place to be happy and have fun”.

Never let anyone ruin your child stay at church. Keeping them there even playing, works! I love Churches that has a playing room for the children.

Blessings

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