8-28-17<\/p>\n
It is that time of year again. What time? End of summer? Labor Day? Back to school\u2026 off to school\u2026 off to military service? Well, yes; but also the time of year I think again about that season when kids leave home.<\/p>\n
A friend and I have been talking about the situation generally known as the Empty Nest. In popular parlance, it means when kids go off to school\u2026 and some parents feel pretty darn sad on the first day of kindergarten, much less college, a job or the service, or marriage.<\/p>\n
I was always a little upset that when my three kids first ran to their school buses at the commencement of their school lives\u2026 and that they all climbed aboard cheerily. No looks back; no tears. Except mine. Oh, well, merciful for them.<\/p>\n
And there ARE different varieties of empty nests. My friend and I compared notes and agreed that the phrase is more appropriate when used when the home is (especially) empty after the death of a spouse. Or when a disagreement has given separation a new meaning: \u201cApartment\u201d is not simply a place you live; \u201cloneliness\u201d is far different than being alone.<\/p>\n
But just as the sadness we feel at the death of someone close is essentially a selfish impulse \u2013 not negative, just self-ish \u2013 so is the Empty Nest not always a bad thing.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t get me wrong: it can feel bad, and we can hurt. Very much. Ultimately, however, with children, we ought to remember that we have reared them precisely to spread their wings\u2026 which means, to fly. Away. Usually it is amicable, thank God; and close families grow closer, somehow, by multiplying.<\/p>\n
When separation is not amicable, however, barring ugly or inexplicable situations, even that is part of life, and family members must trust God, and trust the seeds of proper rearing. Parents, trust your children, and those \u201cseeds\u201d; Children, trust God, and believe in answered prayer. God\u2019s language is recorded in teardrops.<\/p>\n
I think \u2013 among many, many examples that come to mind \u2013 of a dear friend, a Monday Ministry reader in Kansas who had precious Christian relationships with two of her children; saw those relationships, at different times, shatter in rebellion. But today she enjoys better-than-ever loving relationships with each. Answered (multitudes of) prayer; God\u2019s Grace.<\/p>\n
Have I strayed from my subject? Yes, but only to a degree. I think of Empty Nests at this time of year and remember a song I heard before my eldest started high school \u2013 but I knew it would make me sad when she left for college. Well. All three children have started high school, graduated from college, and two have families of their own. Yet the song, about a child leaving home, still tugs.<\/p>\n
I am not claiming that these thoughts, or any here today, are exclusive to me; or to either of my friends here cited. No, these thoughts are about the most elemental of human emotions\u2026 and why I can claim that even the seemingly unpleasant can be \u201cgood\u201d in life\u2019s schema.<\/p>\n
Ecclesiastes 9:11 reminds us that The race is not to the swift, Nor the battle to the strong, Nor bread to the wise, Nor riches to men of understanding, Nor favor to men of skill; But time and chance happen to them all.<\/em><\/p>\n Time and chance happeneth to us all.<\/p>\n These are the words of the song I remember each year, \u201cLetting Go\u201d (the music video follows):<\/p>\n She\u2019ll take the painting in the hallway, The one she did in junior high. And that old lamp up in the attic, She\u2019ll need some light to study by.<\/em><\/p>\n She\u2019s had 18 years to get ready for this day. She should be past the tears; she cries some anyway.<\/em><\/p>\n Oh, letting go\u2026 There’s nothing in the way now. Letting go: there’s room enough to fly. And even though she’s spent her whole life waiting\u2026 It\u2019s never easy letting go.<\/em><\/p>\n Mother sits down at the table; So many things she’d like to do \u2013 Spend more time out in the garden, Now she can get those books read too.<\/em><\/p>\n She\u2019s had 18 years to get ready for this day. She should be past the tears; she cries some anyway.<\/em><\/p>\n