Here's my second attempt at this exercise. I had a great time last week! It was awesome to read some of the other entries out there in Five Minute Friday land. I'll be honest, writing in five minutes and not really editing is difficult for the perfectionist in me... but here goes again.
When I hold them tight, they resist. They struggle and giggle and whelp. It becomes a game, but as much as I want to hold them like this forever, it's the learning and growing that amazes me the most. And that is done away from me on their own terms.
They run down the driveway when I want them to walk. A misplaced toe. A bloody lip. They climb too high and let go. They jump in when they think I'm not looking.
But I am always looking, if even from the "eyes in back of my head." Just like He is looking. Hugging too tight then letting go. Always there even when we don't think so. The ultimate Father. Letting us fall because watching us figure it out is miraculous and amazing. Hoping we don't make the mistake, but ready to pick us up and put ice on our bloody lip.
And the hardest thing of all is to let go. Because the last thing I want is for these wonderful creatures to be broken and hurt. But I must let go. They must learn. I must learn. I must let myself fall too. And trust that HE is always there.