I keep feeling like I should address this. Perhaps there are a few readers who knew me way back when wondering where some stories have gone. I could be overworrying as I tend to do, but, nevertheless…
My previous writing ventures were a lot about my children, a lot about autism, a lot about the inherent struggles.
With an emphasis on Christ to guide us through, of course.
I hesitate to say I was a mommy blogger, as that term conjures up some images of the overshare I honestly wince at.
Not saying all mommy bloggers do that. But, there are those whose children are treated more as anecdotes, complete with photo spreads better left to family only.
It’s particularly rampant in some special needs circles and something I’ve long decried.
So…safe to say, I was not really a typical “autism” mom ever. ☺️
But, still, a mom. Writing about being a mom.
Which is okay. I am a mom. It’s what I do. There is a time and place for sharing such.
And I know there’s a lot of people out there, particularly parents of those on the spectrum, some on it themselves, that need grace and comfort and solidarity on this ride we’re on.
I wonder sometimes if I’ve abandoned some of them in my jealously guarded privacy.
Yet, for me, as I watch all four of my children grow and mature, especially my two spectrum kids, the stories become something I wonder more if I ought to be sharing.
Because it’s their story. Not mine.
I am obviously linked intimately to it, as are my husband and my two typically functioning boys.
They teach me many, many lessons.
But, not every stop on their journey need be my own, or appropriated to write about.
After all, I’m more a side character in their walks with the Lord, in this life.
I experience a lot with them, mind you.
But, each child’s faith and growth in life and in the Lord must be their own.
My job is to tell them what scripture says of salvation through Christ, demonstrate the Christian life through both the good and the hardship, and facilitate the atmosphere for them to thrive in.
And, of course, pray, pray, pray.
Beyond that, what happens next must be in their own hearts.
For there’s no grandfathering in to the body of Christ. Nor into being successful in life in general, for that matter.
The parenting thing is a huge responsibility, no doubt, but the decision to follow Jesus is ultimately individual.
As are many of the gains and setbacks they might go through.
Oh, yes, we strive together. There are teams in their corner.
But, the work? The actual day to day effort?
That’s their own progress, their own choice to share it. Or not.
So, I tend now to let it be their own, to stick away from certain topics this go around, place an emphasis more towards my own spiritual walk and the thoughts that crop up that won’t let me be.
Now, I don’t know if my conviction is overly zealous in this regard.
It could very well be. 🙂
Yet, I feel I must follow His call here.
And with a hearty sidelines cheer, let my children follow theirs. 🙂
Prayers and blessings to you, friends. May we each remember our role, both as parents and in the Christian life.