I'm in seminary. I used to say that I wanted to be a pastor, even though I didn't know what kind. (Now I'm not sure I'll ever be a pastor in a church, but my call remains.) My call was nebulous, but I had a vague direction. As I felt my way through school and plugged myself into various ministry positions at church, I started feeling my way towards a more concrete direction, and that direction was high school students/college students/young adults. Those are the people I want to hang out with, teach, and help. It came as somewhat of a surprise, but looking back, it really shouldn't have done. (I'm British now, yo.)
Then the parenting itch/call/bomb happened.
And it all stopped. The official college/young adult ministry had petered out on its own, but it was still very sad. Then I was overwhelmed by all the foster care stuff that started, and high school ministry was the only thing I could take off my plate. I was crushed.
It didn't make any sense to me that once I finally started getting clarity, God gave me a big ol' nope. The good news is that, for a year now, I've been back involved with high school students, and it's better than ever. I feel like God gave it back to me and then some.
But..but..I've still tried to stay connected to graduates. I still want to walk with them and be part of their lives and "minister" to them. And I am still friends with many and get to hang out with a few, if not often enough.
I have kids now. That is what my life is about, for the most part. I can't have people over like I'd like and can't go out with people as much as I used to. And I know that this is something I want and that parenting is the clearest calling I've ever had. I know this, but that doesn't always make it easy to let go of old ways you had of defining yourself. Of old dreams.
I understand that all/most parents feel this way about one thing or another or a whole host of things. I know that I don't have to let go of all my dreams and plans. I'm still plugging away at school and planning things and dreading things that have nothing to do with my kids. But it hurts my heart a little bit every time some of my friends talk about the young adult group they've started. "Wait! I'm supposed to be doing that!" "Can I help you?" I wonder if I read my calling all wrong (the old one) and I'm actually not good at it and wasn't meant to do it.
I have 8 year old twins. They just moved in a week and a half ago. Seth & I will be quite busy for a long time. They are my focus, at least for a while. They need us desperately. I worry that as I spend time focusing on them, I will get older and older and this dream I barely had time to water will die or its time will pass me by.
Parents: can you tell me about new dreams you got for yourself after you had kids or old dreams that you got to still work on or go back to? Especially those of you who may have been surprised by your kids for one reason or another.
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Oh, Robin - I found myself nodding as I read your post. I'm not very good at living in the moment, and there are moments/hours/days when I still feel blindsided by the world-rocking that happened in my life more than 4.5 years ago, and the more recent issues of which you are aware. This isn't what I thought my life would look like, which calls into question all of the things that I thought it should/could look like. I don't have any brilliant insights, b/c I struggle with many of the same things. Remember that we're in this together, though, and please let me know if I can be there for you, even if at a distance. {hugs}
Thanks, friend. Yeah, you have definitely thrown some curve balls, but you got new dreams and have been doing amazing things.
We were seriously into backpacking and cross country skiing. For years we went to Yosemite two or three times a month. As we started thinking about parenthood, I was prepared to let the skiing go but I couldn't imagine giving up the back country. I cut out and saved every article I found about backpacking with babies and children. I think I subscribed to a specialty magazine on the subject. We even upgraded our equipment. Then Eric arrived with his own personality and interests. He acquired our love of the wilderness but he was no backpacker. On hiking trails our habit was to stride straight ahead to a destination. He zigzagged across the trail, exploring a rock here, a flower there, loving the dirt and, above all, loving the water. We learned to appreciate dirt play in the campground and hikes to river beaches and lake sides so he could play in the water. We didn't get back to serious hiking until he was a teenager. It wasn't our plan but we all had fun and he grew up loving Yosemite as much as we do.
Life has seasons. You may plan a garden in the winter but you wouldn't plant seeds in a snowstorm. You have eight-year-olds. They will be teenagers in five years. You have a lab right in your own home where you can observe what kids go through as they become teens. That knowledge will help you better understand the high schoolers when you get back to ministering them.
Thank you. Thankfully, I do still get to work with the high school students.
Obviously one baby child can't possibly compare to the sudden arrival of 8 year old twins. But I do understand the sudden sense of quickly passing time...time seemed endless before Keldi. Now all the sudden time seems limited...
Love your thoughts and honest as usual.
Andrew Mark
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