My son isn't an athlete. He isn't close to being an Olympian. But he's had trials every bit as rigorous as their training. We've suffered disappointments. We've endured some retraining. Now at 21, when he tells me for the 800th time in his life that he wants to join the Marines, I have to let him go. I want to hide behind my hands, but I will lift them up to trust in God. To see what my son will achieve in his life. (Proverbs 22:6)
I never thought I'd resemble an Olympian's parent. But, in many ways parents are all alike. We've trained our children, and now we have to sit back to see them accomplish all that they can. Sometimes, it's harder to be the spectator than it is to be the athlete.