I sat across from him yesterday—across the circle of chairs that made up our Sunday School class. I knew he was going through the same transition as my husband and I were. But he described this phase of life after children and before retirement in quite a unique way. My teacher said the time when you raise your children is like reading a good book—a long book –and when it’s over, you’re left with this empty feeling because you came to the end and hoped you never would.
Then you have to search the shelves for another good book.
I’ve never looked at this time in my life quite this way. As I look back, each chapter of parenthood held suspense and excitement with the ever changing cast of supporting characters as my daughter grew. I watched as she developed and made decisions at the critical crossroads in her life. I cried and I laughed with her and my husband over every day events. But on that final day as I hugged her goodbye when she climbed into the wedding car with her new husband, I knew I’d read the last chapter of that book.
Today I’m still searching for my next good book to read. I’m wondering who the characters will be, where the setting will take place and what issues I’ll have to overcome. I don’t care for the one I’m forced to read right now and sometimes I feel like throwing it down and grabbing a new one but that’s not my choice.
All good books take time to write. I’m thankful I know the Author of mine as well as I do. Do you?