I am so grateful for the amazing women God has sent into my life to mentor me on this adventure of raising a son. For each season of my son’s life, they have walked me through the ups and downs and prayed with me. They have shared from the depths of their hearts, and I have benefited from their honesty and transparency.
None of us has been called to go this journey alone.
God himself is with us every step of the way, but He has also sent others to help us and to be His hands and feet.
The best advice I can give mothers of boys is to keep your eyes on the prize. When those moments come that make you scratch your head and ask, “Why in the world would you do that?” ask for more grace. I think God created grace especially for moms of boys.
My son is almost all grown up now, and we enjoy a very sweet relationship. When he is away at school, he calls every day and tells me he loves me before hanging up. Some days he calls just to talk. Other days he wants to run something by me to help him sort things out. I cherish our relationship. But it wasn’t always that way. As a matter of fact, I had forgotten how difficult it was at times until a friend recently reminded me. I guess, just like the eight hours of labor and third degree lacerations, the painful parts are quickly forgotten when you see the end result.
I have participated in a Moms In Prayer group for most of my son’s life. I joined my first group when he was in second grade. Through the years, a host of amazing women have teamed with me to pray for my son. We have prayed him through all the angst of growing up and some very painful and difficult times. Now some of these amazing women, who are still a part of my prayer team, celebrate with me the victories in his life and the fruits of our labor.
For many years, my son would tease me that my prayer group was just a gossip session because, during our prayer time, many things that were happening in the schools were revealed. He did not appreciate the fact that I had a direct line to “his world.” I did, however, share with him many of the times that we prayed for him. Sometimes God would do something miraculous and someone would be led to pray for something very specific at a very specific time and later my son would come home and share that something happened at that time.
My son witnessed the power of prayer although he was not always willing to acknowledge it, especially when he was a teen.
On one Saturday, I got a phone call from my son and the very first words out of his mouth were, “Mom, I called you because I need you to pray.” I listened as he told me about a young man in his dorm who had just jumped out the window. It had just happened, and he and his friends had witnessed it. They had run down to see if the young man was okay. He was unresponsive. I told my son I would put the word out for prayer for this boy.
I immediately called and texted all the prayer warriors I could reach. In the meantime, my husband called my son back to make sure he was okay and to ask him to keep us updated. Miraculously, the young man is going to be okay. He has a broken neck, leg, and wrist but is not paralyzed, nor does he have any long-term physical consequences. A day or so later, his parents came to the dorm to retrieve his belongings, and my son went to his mother and told her that he was praying for her son. She hugged him and thanked him.
Sometimes we wonder if our prayers really matter when we’re in the midst of raising our kids.
Sometimes we wonder if our kids who reject our faith will ever understand the true power of prayer.
And then there are those times when you see your prayers answered, and your children fall to their knees because they don’t know where else to go. And then you know…your prayers matter!
Are you a mom praying for your sons and daughters?
Tell us about your experience in a comment below. And if you don’t have anyone to pray with, check out Moms In Prayer to find a local group in your area.