Wednesday morning while driving Baby Girl to school Francesca Battistelli’s song “This Is The Stuff” came on the radio. I heard Baby Girl humming in the back seat and smiled. Then she piped up and said “You know what drives me crazy? Ice Cream!” I had to chuckle. The kid is crazy about her ice cream. She had also missed the meaning of the song just a bit.
She doesn’t usually miss the meaning though. She’s a sharp little cookie, much sharper than I give her credit for most of the time. It’s not that I don’t know how capable she is, it’s just that she’s my baby. I have a tendency to want to keep her that way. I think of her as still being that little 3 or 4 year old girl…but she’s not.
A few days before the “crazy” comment, I was jotting down some thoughts. I do this often. Sometimes those thoughts end up in blog posts, sometimes they remain in a notebook. It’s more like a brain dump than journaling. Baby Girl walked in and saw me writing and asked what I was doing. I told her just jotting down some thoughts. She wanted to know what I was writing about. I answered with a “Oh, it’s nothing.” The thoughts were rather personal and faith related in nature and my immediate instinct was that it would be beyond her understanding. She pushed me though. She really wanted to know what I was writing. I paused for a moment and considered why I wasn’t sharing with her. It was because I was underestimating her understanding. My perception of my girl was being clouded by who I make her to be not who she is. Ouch! So I told her what I wrote. All of it. And she got it. We ended up have a nice conversation about it and she was even able to share examples relating to it.
It’s hard sometimes to see my babies growing up but I know I’m not doing them any favors by trying to keep them as babies. I need to embrace all the new stages instead of missing the ones before so I can encourage maturity, wisdom and growth in their lives and allow them to become all they are meant to be. The fact is I actually enjoy the deeper relationships with my children that come about as they grow and mature. I don’t want to miss out on that just because I miss the sweetness of babyhood.
It’s the same for us as Christians. We miss out if we live our lives as baby Christians. We have to move beyond the milk and bite into the meat. I try to pause from time to time and evaluate my spiritual maturity. Am I living an active faith? Do I seek deeper understanding of God’s word? Am I building up instead of tearing down? Or am I just allowing myself to sit in my comfortable, happy place? As easy as that place is, it’s not nearly as enjoyable as the relationship that comes from digging deep into the Word, seeking Jesus and allowing growth.