Today Meg was huddled on the stairs in tears because "her leg was sore!" I picked her up and took her into my bedroom where I applied the heating pad and baby aspirin. I have vivid memories of the excrutiating growing pains in my legs that I experienced when I was her age. I know, a lot of good they did me! I remember my parents putting hot wet washcloths on my scrawny little legs to ease the ache.
Growing pains take on different disguises as we get older, but I find that I still have them even at 36. I remember when I was 18 and recovering from a badly broken heart. Once again my Mom ministered to my pain by handing me the car keys on a Sunday afternoon and suggesting me go for a drive. So I drove and I cried and poured out my broken heart to her.
For me, some of the worst growing pains I had to endure where the ones while Mom was dying and after her death. It seemed unbearable that she was not there to help ease the deepest pain I had yet to face.
But I grew.
It makes me sad to think of the growing pains that Meg will have to endure in the next year. I pray she will be spared from some of the ones I went through. And I pray that I'll be able to minister to her pain as well as my Mom did mine. Heating pads and aspirin are easy. We'll see how I deal with the rest!