Stair Hug

I remember. 

You were born. 

So little. Tiny hands and body.

Precious and small, holding on.

Holding you close, cradling you in my arms.

I remember.

You grew. 

Running, you would jump and I would catch you in my arms.

Swinging you round, holding on.

Hugging you close, cradling you in my arms.

I remember.

You grew more and more.

Eye to eye, eye to chin, eye to chest.

Too short to be “on top” as we hugged now,

I stand on the stair, holding on.

Holding you close, cradling you in my arms.

I will remember.

Little by little, letting you go.

Old enough to make your own decisions.

Praying I’ve trained you as you go your own direction.

Wanting to hold you close, to cradle you in my arms,

to keep you little even though you’re big now.

Whispering, Lord, bless him and keep him.

Remember, Child:
Hold on to what matters; let go of what doesn’t.

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“Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” Proverbs 22:6

How are we intentionally training up our children to hold on to their faith, let go of false gods, and follow Jesus?