Our son spoke up from the backseat, “Hey, did God make it so that we can talk? Or did He make us like puppets?” My husband and I glanced at each other wide-eyed.

My teeth clench and my foot braces hard against the floor of this shaking machine. All at once the conversations surrounding us are hushed by the droning of the wind against metal. My heart beats harder.

My boy’s words on that day stuck with me months later. Words like that often do. Not only did they show me a hard place in my heart, but they showed me a soft, strong place in my son’s heart.

Maybe you are looking for that kind of evidence today, that “Go ahead, it’s time”. Maybe you have been waiting a long while for it.

This open invite into their world, it’s a gracious offering that our children give us, and we can’t know for how long it will last.

I hadn’t seen it until that conversation with my husband–this sentence I had ruled myself guilty of. It’s the same shadow hanging over many moms today.