You've hit on something deeply important. Frequently when songs and poems describe the journey of parenting (mothering and fathering both), the image of young adulthood is one of "leaving the nest" and "flying away." But the children we love don't leave on a one-way trajectory. Yes, there's a nostalgic sadness that idealizes the good old days when the kids were little. But there's also a profound joy as the relationship between parent and adult child blossoms into a special kind of rich friendship. It's just as you wrote: "There is nowhere we can fly to that He does not see, and know, and hear us calling. We will never grow beyond Him. We will never lose our need for Him. And He will never let us go." I suspect most parents will see themselves in that description and say "Amen."
You've hit on something deeply important. Frequently when songs and poems describe the journey of parenting (mothering and fathering both), the image of young adulthood is one of "leaving the nest" and "flying away." But the children we love don't leave on a one-way trajectory. Yes, there's a nostalgic sadness that idealizes the good old days when the kids were little. But there's also a profound joy as the relationship between parent and adult child blossoms into a special kind of rich friendship. It's just as you wrote: "There is nowhere we can fly to that He does not see, and know, and hear us calling. We will never grow beyond Him. We will never lose our need for Him. And He will never let us go." I suspect most parents will see themselves in that description and say "Amen."