Filed under Motherhood
Many years ago, CJ and I had breakfast with a prominent Christian leader. At one point the man turned his attention to me and said, “So tell me about your daughters…how old are they, did you say?”
“Six, ten, and eleven,” I replied.
“Ah,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smile. “Those are delightful ages. They still think Mommy and Daddy are the most wonderful people in the world. But all that changes when the teenage years come.”
My breakfast—not to mention my day—was spoiled. That sense of dread at the approach of my daughters’ teenage years, always nipping at the edges of my imagination, played out once again in panoramic view: the little hints of trouble, the minor instances of disobedience—where would it all lead?
Nicole has been disrespectful lately. Is this the first sign of full-fledged rebellion? Sometimes Kristin is so quiet. Will she become more withdrawn. Janelle’s mischievous streak could mean real trouble in a few years. Things will probably get worse and worse, and soon my daughters won’t even like me anymore. What can I do to stop this from happening?
“What are your daughters’ names?” The benign question jolted me back to reality. I managed to stammer a response, and the conversation moved on. But the gnawing feeling in my stomach remained.
Whether your child is six or sixteen, the temptation to fear for their future is great. That’s why we’re going to talk about A Mother’s Faith here on girltalk this week. So, have a seat at our kitchen table and let’s chat.