My internet dormancy might make it seem as if I’ve gone away, but the actuality is that this couldn’t be further from the truth.
No, I haven’t abandoned yet another blogging endeavor, but have instead been using my time away to get all introspective on my intentions, and where I’m at in life. I’ve also been fruitlessly trying to keep a diaper on my two year old, but this is neither here nor there…
We’ve been in and out of church for most of January, which seems to be the one month of the year where all of us get slammed with some rendition of the flu.
Somewhere in the midst of dirty tissue, vomit buckets and Lysol, I decided to try my hand at working with teens at our church. The more I delve back into church life, I’m better able to recall the zeal and enjoyment I find in enveloping myself in that world.
There was a time years ago when I toyed with the idea of making a career out of working as a youth minister, or something along those lines, though for several reasons I dismissed it. Still, I’ve never ceased to feel gratitude toward my youth minister, and the young college women who volunteered to make our Wednesday nights worth remembering.
Ours is a society that tends to discount teenagers. Existing in the limbo between childhood and adulthood, no one seems to know what to do with them. Alas, if only we would stop and remember how impressionable and thoughtful teenagers are.
I’m praying that these feelings and notions root themselves further within me, in hopes that my own kids’ teen years might be more bearable for them. I’d much rather them realize that their mother is not their misunderstanding parent, but rather as their biggest advocate in life.
Everyone deserves to be viewed in such a way. Considering my children have quite a way to go, I think I’ll just relish each of their life stages, and see about being there for others, along the way.