Of late I mostly see him coming and going – to and from school, practice, games, work—so I see as much of his back as his face. The sight of him leaving causes me to screw up my courage a little. Soon he’ll be off on his own. Then I’ll have to screw up my courage a lot.
As I watch his back, I pray for it
- that the God Lord watch it for me, when I can’t be there to do it and even when I can
- that it will be resilient enough to bear life’s storms without breaking
- that it will be embraced by many a friend
- that these same friends and loved ones “have it” when it matters
- that it will be flexible enough to take him into new adventures, even if he has to stretch
- that it will be true enough to pull him back to those things he loves
- that he give it adequate rest and care
- that it will be strong enough to bear the loads he’s destined to carry
- that it won’t bear too much of a load – that he’ll share it with others – God, parents, family, church, friends
- that its strength will help and inspire others
- that it will be warmed with the sun, my personal metaphor for all the ‘fun’ he’s planning to have, without burning….
- that he’ll wear sun screen (another mother’s metaphor).
- that I’ll see it less than I see his smile
© Laura Hedgecock 2012
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