Everything is changing. Okay, maybe not everything. And certainly not everything all at once.
The leaves have almost spent all their color and are falling to the ground for another Colorado winter. The temperatures are changing. In Colorado, that looks like 70 degrees one day and 42 degrees the next. We’re definitely moving deep into autumn.
I like the changes that come with fall, and winter. Trading out capris, flip flops and t-shirts for blue jeans, sweaters and boots is fun. It’s not always a gentle segue. I wore capris last week, but today it’s a definite blue jeans day. The way the days cool and shadows shift . . . Change makes itself felt.
Seasonal changes are the more obvious transitions this life offers. Some of the subtle adjustments are those I’m seeing in my sons. I can’t call them my “little guys” anymore. Neither is as tall as I am. Yet.
But they both measure themselves against my body to see how close they are to being as tall as me (I’ve got a couple years before one surpasses me in height). They’re eager to grow out of boyhood and into independence.
Their changes waffle back and forth too. Both still love to snuggle (what mom doesn’t love that?). But, they also strain against the family boundaries for more freedom. They’re content and happy one moment, and stormy with the very next breath.
Sometimes their storms roll in because things aren’t what they expected them to be. Some the storms blow in because mom or dad upholds certain boundaries. Parents stand firm. Boys chafe, Not always the equation for family peace. At least not in the moment.
They’re growing—each day—closer to manhood. The changes are inevitable. I love where they are now in terms of development and emotional connectedness. I’m thankful we have a close bond with our sons. But, if they stayed in this stage forever—if they never changed and grew? That would become not only boring, but stagnant. Relationships couldn’t deepen and mature if the boys never grew and matured.
As I age, my body is changing. My thoughts, emotions, perspectives change as I walk through each new situation life tosses into my path. I’m growing in wisdom (I hope!). I’m learning the importance of taking care of myself. Getting better at showing love to those around me, even when they are hard to love.
Change isn’t something I look forward to because it’s often uncomfortable. But, the lack of change indicates a static life. I never want to stagnate in the place I’m in right now. Foul water draws mosquitos and other bugs and death. Moving water gives life.
My prayer is to embrace the changes as God allows them into my life. To encourage our boys to do the same. As difficult as this can be. This is an equation I’m beginning to see as one of life’s truths: change + receptive heart = fulfillment.
Maybe it’s a good thing that everything changes.
What about you? What’s your favorite thing about autumn? What lessons are you learning about change?