It’s my privilege to introduce you to my dear friend, Athena Moberg, of Maui, Hawaii. She is one of the most remarkable women I know – I’m glad to call her friend, and I’m excited to speak at her Aloha Conference In September. I’ve asked her to share her perspective on being a military mom. Here is part one of her story. Visit her complete bio here.

 

 

 

Athena-Moberg-Blog-2014-Healthy-Strong-Wise-1 (1)As a mom, I am convinced parenting is made up of equal parts paranoia, prayer, hugs and tears.<–Click to Tweet that!

Today is the first day of Kindergarten.  September 2, 1997.

As I open my eyes on this brisk autumn morning, I lay there wondering how on earth five years have come and gone. With a lump in my throat, I prepare our gourmet breakfast for two. Frozen waffles and juice boxes are set up perfectly on our placemats as I tip-toe back across the one-room studio apartment over to our bunk beds. Finding his Elmo slippers along the way, I lift him out of the top bunk where he is a warm bundle of no-more-tears shampoo and Lion King pajamas. Wrapped in his favorite Power Ranger blanket, he is sound asleep in my arms.

“If God gave moms the ability to pick a superpower, I bet they would choose to freeze time. I would.”<–Click to Tweet that!

As I hug him close, I glance at his little hands. Around his right wrist is a shiny little ID bracelet that I bought for him to wear in case he ever gets lost. On one side: his name, my name, our home number and my work number. On the other side, imprinted deeply are the words Healthy, Strong and Wise. 

We sit at our dining table reciting the pledge of allegiance. He tells me his favorite color is red (pronounced wed). He asks me questions about show-and-tell, story-time and the playground. He is shocked to hear there will be separate boy’s & girl’s bathrooms. Love and excitement fill our tiny home as we finish breakfast and throw away our paper plates.

With his brand-new outfit draped across the couch, he giggles his way into our bathroom. He grabs his step-stool, looking up at my reflection in the mirror and says, “I’m doing my brush-floss-mouthwash-vitamin, mama!” I smile back and tell him how proud I am of him. “Thank you God, for my son…”

I really need my superpower right about now.

Around the corner at school I take exactly 36 photographs, as this is the maximum number available to me on the roll of film I just purchased for $8.95. This is the first of many moments I get teary-eyed over as I grasp the reality of releasing him into this world of Kindergarteners. I engage in meaningless small-talk with other moms as we all watch our children play together on the playground. Their laughter is like music. Their smiles are precious. Then, the bell rings and my heart sinks.

There he is. My only child. Walking away with his backpack on, he is almost 5 years old and looks so grown up all of a sudden. He carries a lunchbox with a picture of his favorite superhero.

As he walks away, he looks at me over his shoulder with a smile that lights up my whole heart.

He waves goodbye to me.

I watch him walk away with tears in my eyes and I thank God for my boy. I pray silently for him as he disappears into the crowd of 5-year olds.

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Without my superpower, the next twelve years seem to be a blink.

“Time is the most valuable gift we will ever give our children.”<–Click to Tweet that!

I am pleased to report there is in fact life after the first day of Kindergarten.

What will you remember most about the time you share with your kids?

What will they remember most?

What do I remember most as I glance back over that twelve year span?

If we’re all being honest, yes there was plenty of paranoia, prayer, hugs and tears to go along with the unforgettable memories of birthdays, holidays, morning devotions, school plays, and spelling tests. We enjoyed water balloon fights, go carts, camping, and pizza parties. While I went to PTA, he went to youth group. I laugh when I think of football, little league, laser tag, and Disneyland. I cry when I think of his prom, his homecoming, and his high school graduation.

Even my “would-be superpowers” couldn’t prepare me for what was coming next.

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Today is the first day of Boot Camp.  June 13, 2010.

There he is. My only child. Walking away with his backpack on, he is 17 years old and looks so grown up all of a sudden. He carries a lunch I packed him to eat on the flight.

As he walks away, he looks at me over his shoulder with a smile that lights up my whole heart.

He waves goodbye to me.

I watch him walk away with tears in my eyes and I thank God for my boy who is now becoming a man.

With the words from his little ID bracelet coming to mind more vividly than ever before, I pray these familiar words silently over him as he disappears into the crowd:

“There the child grew up healthy and strong. He was filled with wisdom, and God’s favor was on him.” -Luke 2:40 (NIV)

Lord, thank you for hearing my prayers all these years. I pray Your favor will be on our servicemen and servicewomen. Please help us as parents, to treasure each moment we have with our children so they always know how loved they are. Thank You God, for sustaining me through this season.

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I would love to hear from you.  Can you relate with my story?  Maybe you cannot…perhaps you, like so many other moms, you’re just struggling to come up for air in the midst of soccer, ballet, scouts, homework and youth group.  Maybe you have lost your child to a tragic death or a broken relationship.  Are your children grown?  Please leave a comment and let me know how this touched your heart. – Athena

Sunday I’ll share part two of Athena’s story. Check out her ministry and radio program at www.athenamoberg.com. She is incredible, amazing, and has a heart as wide as the distance between Indiana and Hawaii! Join her blog and radio program and come back on Sunday to catch “The rest of the story.”

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