Today the boys were able to swim in the condo's pool. I don't know how long it's been since my boys have been in the water, but every year they go in with a bit of trepidation. It's like driving in the first snow of the season--it freaks you out until you remember that you know how to do it.
Anyhow, we hadn't been there more than 2 minutes before one of the neighborhood friends urged my youngest to jump off the diving board. He started climbing out of the pool and heading toward the diving board while my protective oldest reminded him he didn't know how to swim. My youngest didn't think this was a problem and headed to the board. My oldest looked at me and said, "Mom....?" I said, "Let him go." Then I said a quick little prayer.
He jumped off, a little left of middle so as to be closer to the side, and paddled his way over, jumping out of the pool to try it again. Soon my oldest joined him, borrowing some of his courage.
I wish I could so easily have faith in other things and be able to "let go." Somehow, I knew that his first jump would prove whether or not he would be OK, and I believed he would be. Why can't I have faith in that first jump each time and just let go? Why can't I make a split second decision that it will be OK, and then say that little prayer and let go?
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Because children tend to push your faith to the limit! If you are like me, you feel guilt in letting Heavenly Father take over too much of the responsibility and would just rather prevent it all together. It seems my faith is tested every day in letting my kids be a part of this world. Every time that bus pulls away, I say a prayer and have to let go.
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