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A Slow Letting Go…

As I sit here and type, my eyes are filled with tears and there’s that lump in my throat. My head hurts a little and I have that melancholy feeling of sort of just being out of sorts. It that makes sense.

My boys are outside playing with friends. They’re having a good ol’ July water fight. I bring them towels. I offer freeze pops. They keep shooting water and screaming at each other, and barely notice my offers. I mean, they’re certainly capable of getting towels and freeze pops. Seriously, my two teen boys already tower over me. My presence doesn’t feel like it’s much needed. But I still hover for a bit and then head inside.

It’s quiet inside. I walk from room to room, fussing with a few piles, putting a few things away, trying to find a place that needs tending to.

My 17-year old is gone for the day. In her very own car, out with a friend, and then she’ll drive herself to worship practice this evening. I check in and text her every once in awhile.

Just because.

And then I think to myself, “Was it worse when they needed me incessantly, non-stop around the clock…or not much at all anymore?”

The lump is there. The eyes are stinging.

I know. Everyone said this would happen….one day. But it seemed to come out of nowhere, even though it really didn’t. They went from needing me less and less to not much at all.

And of course, we always need our mamas, but it’s different. It’s a different type of needing.

This past year has been a year of transition. A letting go…a little at a time. As we approach the last six months before adulthood for my oldest, the transition has been a good one overall. There have been bumps and there have been hard parts. But overall, it’s been good.

There are just sometimes, when a little at a time, I just ache. I hear that baby voice in my head, but it has been replaced by the low tone of a teenage boy. I pray with them over life choices rather than teaching them to use their “inside voice.” Instead of worrying about naps and schedules, I worry about them driving.

Times have changed.

I remember the endless nights without sleep, tending to needy babies. Those teenagers now aren’t sleeping at night, but it has changed. It’s not because they’re fussy. Now, they want to stay up late hanging out in our room, laughing and story-telling. I struggle to keep my eyes open past 10 pm, because I know to savor those moments, so I stay awake.

It’s a slow letting go…although a necessary one…this time of life. Teens hanging there in the midst of adulthood.

A mom that was always tending to little ones, now trying to find her place in the big one’s lives.

Yes, a slow letting go. For me and for them.

Yet, I love watching them grow. I love who they are becoming. So this time is just as sweet as it stings. Because they are growing into who God made them to be. And all is well.




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  • Reply Amy Harper July 6, 2018 at 10:35 am

    I hear ya – it is so bitter sweet. My son is approaching fourteen and my daughter is halfway to eleven. Although we are still hovering over childhood, I see it fleeting quickly. I thank God every day that I have the opportunity to homeschool so I can have more time to share with these precious souls. It is cliche to say, but I truly never believed it would go by so fast. Praying for your retreat next week – I pray that the Lord will be glorified through you.

    • Reply Karen DeBeus July 7, 2018 at 7:38 am

      I agree. It is bittersweet but it is also GOOD in so many ways. I love seeing them become adults and I love spending time with them as these young people! And we are doing our jobs, which ultimately involves letting them go. Thanks for praying for the retreat!

  • Reply Susan July 6, 2018 at 10:52 am

    They need you, even when they don’t need to be with you.

  • Reply Kathryn July 6, 2018 at 5:12 pm

    Great reminder to savor the days with my age 10 and under crowd! Especially these summer days.

  • Reply connie July 12, 2018 at 12:06 am

    Spot on…feeling out of sorts, so much so, that I have scheduled some time with a counselor as I also feel so alone…after being so involved, the letting go is harder than I thought…will meet with a new counselor tomorrow but your words today were “right on” – thank you for posting!!

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