It struck me that our son was now out in the world, having
left the safe fluid-filled sanctuary of the womb. He was so small and so perfect, yet so
vulnerable. A part of me wanted him back
in his safe place, but most of me was delighted that he had come into the
world.
I could have delivered our second son myself, no doctor
necessary. By that time I had learned
that babies are resilient and adaptable; they are well suited for surviving
inexperienced parents.
From the time a child is born we are letting them go. They are born into the world, then learn to
crawl, after that to walk. They learn to
ride a bicycle; then they begin driving, go off the college, get a job, move
out, and build a life on their own. With
each transition there is joy, and there is loss, a letting go of what we would
like to hang on to.
Recently my wife and I took our younger son, fresh out of
university, from New York to Los Angeles to begin a job. We left him standing in the door of his new apartment
with the necessary minimal amount of Ikea furniture and his cat Mimsey. It was another letting go, a further turning
loose.
I felt like the mother of Moses placing her child in the
basket and leaving him among the reeds along the Nile. This is faith: irreversibly turning precious
things over to God. Things turned out alright for Moses, made a bit of a name for himself.
Life is a series of transitions. Transitions can bring new opportunities; they
can be born of growth and accomplishment.
Nonetheless, even good transitions can carry an element of loss. Believers can process this loss as a kind of
turning over to God. The loss is still
there, but we are not alone in it.
Do I miss my sons as they are out there making their way in
the world? Yes. Am I joyful for the
lives they are building? Yes. My joy
outstrips my loss when I see it as a turning over of precious things to God.
Jim KelseyExecutive Minister-American Baptist Churches of New York State
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