One fabulous Thinker

I didn't expect that one of the hardest parts of motherhood would be grieving seasons I prayed for.   This year marks another end of an era for our family. Last year we left homeschooling behind, and my boys got one sweet, unexpected year together at the same elementary school. Now that season is ending too, and this time they're headed to two separate schools. And if I'm honest, I'm grieving. Not because I don't want them to grow, but because I loved every season that brought us here. I'm beginning to see them more as young boys than my little babies. They're making more of their own decisions, discovering who God created them to be, and needing Mommy in different ways. Please don't misunderstand me, they still need me. But it's different now. The clinginess that once exhausted me has slowly disappeared. The separation anxiety that once broke my heart has been replaced with growing confidence. The constant cries of "Mommy!" are becoming co...