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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Time (11/15/12)

TITLE: It's Time, Mom
By Jana Kelley


Its time, Mom, said my boy. He stood in the open doorway of the hotel room where we were staying. The light of the afternoon sun shone in from outside the door so that his face was dark and his form was a silhouette outlined in gold. His eyes were not hidden in the shadow, though, they were beaming. His backpack was slung over one shoulder and he carried a bag in each hand. He stood tall and handsome. Since when had he grown so tall? His voice was deep too. When did that happen? When did my little boy start talking as if he were a man? In recent days, Id find myself startled to hear a strange man in the house talking to my children. Then, Id realize from the conversation that it was not a man, it was my own boy (whose voice seemed to have dropped multiple octaves overnight) talking to his siblings.

My boy. He was going to move into a dorm and attend school far away from home. We had planned for this day for years. We had talked about it, read about it and dreamed about it. But now it was time to do it. Were we really ready for this? Was my son?

He thought he was. But he didnt know about homesickness and broken hearts, about mean teachers and selfish friends, and...and...

Ill be there. Trust me. It was not the deep voice of my son whod grown up too fast, it was the Holy Spirit in my heart. The same Holy Spirit Who was in his heart too.

We had raised our son to love Jesus and honor His Word. But, would he keep on the path to life when he was out from under our watchful eyes? What about bad influences around him and temptations and...and...

Ill be there. Trust me. It was that Still Voice that my son would recognize too.

I remembered the words of my father. You and your husband have raised him well, Dear. Like an arrow, he will fly straight. I had called my parents just the night before...

I keep trying to tell him last minute advice, Dad, I complained, and he doesnt hear a word Im saying. Hes so excited to go that my words seem to bounce off his head like ping pong balls off a wall.

He doesnt need to hear them, Dear, my Dad replied, He doesnt need to hear them because youve already taught him all the things he needs to know. But You need to say them for your sake. So its OK, just say them and let them bounce away. Hes going to be just fine!

I know my dad was right. I knew this day was coming, but can it possibly be here already? So soon?

Mom? Mom, its time to go. I jump and look back at the doorway with the silhouette of the young man that somehow I am old enough to have borne and raised. The dorms open in twenty minutes.

Well then, I reply, Lets do this! I flash a smile at him. Gosh, I am so proud of him. Hes gonna do great. I grab my purse and follow him out the door. Before closing it behind me, I reach back in and snatch the box of tissues off the entry table. Im gonna need it!

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Christina Banks 11/24/12
My mom cried for three hours straight after dropping me off at the dorms for the first time. I'm glad she grabbed the tissues.
C D Swanson 11/27/12
Touching and moving. Nicely done. God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/27/12
Aww this was a real tear-jerker to me. This year all three of my kids entered the next phase of life. One got married, one went to grad school 12 hours away, and the baby graduated high school and is at college about 80 minutes away. I can so relate to this delightful MC whose heart is brimming over with a multitude of emotions and thoughts.You did a grand job of bringing the Holy Spirit into the conversation to ease her hurting heart. This is a delight to read.
Hiram Claudio11/28/12
This was special! I liked the overall reflective tone and the personal conversation you allowed us to look in on for the MC and herself (and the MC and the Holy Spirit). I enjoyed the note of triumph at the end and the pride she expresses for her son ... and herself. Very well done!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/29/12
Congratulations for placing 7th in level three!