I’m feeling it.
She is feeling it.
Oh and so is she.
They grow to fast.
First high school football scrimmage tomorrow night, and he is not even a freshman yet. It is a spring training game. (please ignore the black marks, I just blacked out our city).
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The words below are just so I can remember my feelings right now, journaling some thoughts.
The honest ramblings of a Mom of all boys.
The tears have been dropping easier lately. I want to freeze life right now. This is partly why I am not blogging as much, I am scared I am going to miss something. But I have come to realize it is not just me who is struggling. Change is hard on a mother’s heart.
15 days from now I will have a son who will be called a high schooler.
I remember my high school years, some memories filled with a broken heart and some memories filled with the excitement of new found freedoms. I feel I have four years left to study being a parent and then my final will be how they do when I let them ‘fly’ away.
Will what I taught them stick? I know I gave my parents their share of heart ache and pain during my college years.
I remember when my boys first learned to crawl my biggest concern was making sure there were safety locks on the cabinets in order to keep them safe. As high schoolers and in college, there are no safety locks.
I am watching before my eyes, my oldest boy turn into a man. I am seeing him make decisions on his own. I feel it in his hugs that he is stronger than me. I am looking forward to these next four years, I know he will need guidance, need advice, need support…..but being a Mother to all boys there is always that nagging fear thought, ‘when I let him go in four years, will he return, will he call, will I still be needed?’
Or will he become independent, find a wonderful woman to marry, and then become closer to her family.
Lord will they come back once I let them fly?













