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For the adolescents in my nest, everything seems too big. There is no context or perspective, only borderless heartache and unrestrained delight. Through the lens of midlife, I fully understand that experience will eventually come to their rescue, but there are only extremes for now. I have experienced undeniable seasons of both wildness and settledness, but adolescence is a season of neither.

The intent of the emerging human is quite simply to become. It is a place between who they have been and who they are about to be, and I suspect that quite often, it feels like no place at all. 

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My babies are becoming.

They no longer fall asleep in my eager limbs, their warm breath on my face, the rhythm of their heartbeats tangled with mine. They are leaving me, growing up, and inching away. I often reach to sweep back wisps of blond from their foreheads, whispering just under my breath, stay little ones, stay. But each of these beings, vibrating with potential, is standing on the cusp of becoming someone.

And though they are nowhere close to knowing what and who they would like to be, my wild little warriors with a hint of gypsy in their veins certainly deserve the chance to find out.

Change is messy, like a windblown room, and standing in its midst, I recognize I have been so focused on building butterflies that I have pondered very little their eventual release. There is a poignant wrenching of a mother’s heart in the awareness of her children’s tenuous steps into an anxious and unsettling world. Transitions are unnerving at best. I often find myself desperately gathering the pieces of life’s puzzle in times of flux, working urgently to unearth the big picture.

What I am learning in this season, however, is that not every puzzle is intended to be immediately solved.

There is great value in stillness, patience, time, and sweet ambiguity in transition, but I have yet to master still. Hurry is my wheelhouse. I can often be found searching for next without fully entering now, leaving a thousand broken and missed things in the minefield of my haste. On the cusp of this transition, however, under a sky full of surprises, I am suspended in mid-air, trusting the Creator for all I have yet to see. 

Change is not to be feared. Gained from the experience of my own deep longing for a perfect ending that was not to be, is the perspective of something beautiful behind a blank canvas.

In the nothingness of new beginnings lies breathtaking possibility.

It is the artist’s measured strokes that create the story. Life is uncertain, boldly, wildly, beautifully, imperfectly full of delicious tension. And though my intellect longs for clarity and certainty, my spirit knows that the fullness of joy and the fascination of uncertainty is discovered only in surrender.

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What I am learning in loving my emerging people is that parents seldom let go of their children. It is children who let go first. And though endings are famously bittersweet, there is something to look forward to on the other side.

Life on earth is lived in bits and pieces, but the Father in Heaven has unmatched depth and breadth of perspective. Deep faith simply means noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort of uncertainty, and embracing change in the light of an unchanging God. As one chapter is accomplished, the pen is cautiously inking up in anticipation of the next. There is delight in the sweet ambiguity that lies between now and next. 

Originally published on the author’s blog

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Lori Miller

Lori Miller is a solo mother of five children, including two sets of twins, born within the span of four years, all now in the throes of adolescence/young adulthood. She works full-time in a non-profit leadership role and blogs whenever possible.

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