So our oldest left for basic training in the Air Force today (actually last night). I. Am. A. Mess. We. Are. A. Mess.
Confession: I am a hard mom. I have high expectations – within reach- but high. I usually don’t waver. This has led to my kids – knowing that I love them – but not accustomed to touchy, feely, emotion, filled moments. I am the calm – balanced one. So today – the “tall one” leaving – hit me like a ton of bricks. Surprised all of them and quite frankly me. Don’t ask how I am – know I am a mess- but holding it together and surviving… but please don’t ask, strangely those are the moments I loose it. Seeing him leave on this adventure – has filled me with so much pride. However, so hard to “set him free” and trust that God is watching, protecting, and guiding him.
Isn’t it funny – if you think about it parenting is just one hypocritical moment after another. Our youngest is 8 – we struggle sometimes with his desire for independence completely – and his ability to do some things (like cook his dinner). We can’t wait till he can do this on his own just one night a week – yet in the last 72 hours I have cooked anything and everything under the sun for the “tall one.” When they are young you can’t wait to have a moment where they aren’t yelling ‘mama, mama” and when they are older you miss hearing just one “mama, mama”, “hey you” …anything LOL.
As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.
Confession 2: I may or may not have ended up sleeping with the youngest last night- just to watch that angel face sleep – while there is still room for both of us.
Not sure I have enough chocolate stock piled in my “bedroom food.”
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