Equipped to Let Go of My Children


“But standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom He loved standing nearby, He said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” Then He said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.” – John 19:25-27 (ESV)

My middle son, Daniel, just turned 18. We celebrated as a family, but an outing with his buddies was our gift to him. The drive there involved unfamiliar territory and navigating major interstates. I was a bit concerned. He didn’t return home until dark, bubbling over with joy. “Mom, we had a blast! The guys were overwhelmed by your generosity.” I can see in vivid color that our relationship as mother and son is changing. I’m both joyful at the new territory and wrestling with fear of the unknown.

Mary, the mother of Jesus, has been my go-to on parenting.  I am confident that, like me, Mary wrestled with letting go of her son as He obeyed His Heavenly Father.  She knew who Jesus was, yet she still had to raise God in flesh from birth to adulthood. Even with that foreknowledge, I don’t think she could fathom the HOW of Jesus’ ministry on earth. 

We catch glimpses of potential fear in the nativity story when they escaped to Egypt as Herod searched for the “King born in Bethlehem.” She must have been beside herself when Jesus was missing for several days in Jerusalem as a teen. And again, as she started hearing rumors of death threats well into adulthood. She attempted to call Him away from the crowds when she feared for His life. His response? “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” (Matthew 12:48, ESV) Ouch. 

The fact is, there is a world of challenges my son may face. So how do I let go, knowing he will have troubles in this life? I take heart because Jesus has overcome the world (John 16:33). Just as Mary had to take heart staring at her son on the Cross, I have to take heart that God has a good plan for Daniel. 

Are you at this stage? Is your relationship shifting with your children? Keep in mind that it is shifting, not ending. Do your best to steward your children, but know their life is their own. Motherhood is worth every bump, bruise, and sometimes even loss. Even as I work towards equipping my son for adulthood, I see that letting go draws me closer to Jesus.

Motherhood tests every mental, spiritual, and physical muscle you have. Your children may be grateful for all you’ve done for them. They may hate you. Remain close to Jesus and keep a short account. Be humble and admit when you are wrong. Embrace, love, and hold them when this life breaks their hearts. Celebrate life.


Questions for Reflection:

  1. What is motherhood like for you right now? Be honest with any bitterness you feel. Record what you love about moments with your children.

  2. Pray for your children by name. Stormie Omartian has books that guide scripture prayers over your children. These are an immense help and encouragement in spiritual battles.

  3. Your children have an enemy, and they need you to fight well. Equip yourselves and gather others to pray and support you.

  4. List scriptures that describe motherhood.


Start with a Hallelujah by Grace Fellowship Music

Power of a Praying for Your Adult Children by Stormie Omartian

Updated and Adapted from:  https://turningthepageonsuicide.org/2020/05/07/is-motherhood-worth-the-climb/

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