My young adult son have forged a rhythm of communication in this new place for both of us. Although we navigate this territory together, miles separate us. Catching up on even the most mundane parts of life comforts me. I gain a glimpse into the narrative of his life which, for the most part, I no longer see from a front row seat.
So last week as we were chatting, I savored the opportunity to hear about all the moments of his young adult life: impromptu late night food runs with friends, work and school stories, and finding support from his “people” as together they learn all things “adulting.”
But then something struck me. I don’t know his friends. These relationships formed organically through proximity and crossing paths in these very moments. And despite hearing their names and knowing the significant ways they have made an imprint in my son’s life, I am not in their sphere. I might never be.
The reality of our separate lives hit me. When our kids are young, we come in regular contact with their friends. We know more than their names: birthdays, hobbies, family narratives, and personalities. How can we not be thankful for our kids developing into better versions of themselves because of engagement in their sacred circles?
As I pondered for a while on my epiphany, God reminded me of something I had forgotten. I prayed for these people. I knew how significant friendships are to recognizing identity and purpose. They expand our view of God’s handiwork and affirm the necessity of breathing life into one another.
So, I may not know his friends. But they are in his life for a purpose. Whether they stay in touch for a lifetime or a year, God’s hands have reached into my son’s life where I cannot. And I am thankful.
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