It's hard to let go.
February 22, 2012
I'm a very hands-on mom. My passion for parenting has turned into a published book, lots of speaking engagements and growing opportunities to write. But...
There are seasons in the life of a mother. I've shed many tears over changing seasons. With five boys, in the old days when one began to grow into a man and sort of detach from needing me so much, I always had another one coming up behind who still had time to sit on my lap and make me feel like a mommy. I didn't realize how much I depended on that.
Now...my youngest has just turned 17. He's a man on the move. God is opening doors for him that have seemed to fast-forward the process and as happy as I am for all the adventures he's on, he's still my boy...just like all the others. So, consequently I want to 'take care' of them in ways that we moms do. Even when they marry and have the most wonderful wives on the planet, I still carry their burdens in my heart and want to fix anything that might arise that needs fixing. Their wives become my kids, too, so, I am finally getting all the kids I dreamed of having.
I make lists (this is one I hung on the cupboard as I was running out the door to dinner with hubby for our 31st anniversary!) and leave sticky notes and text them reminders and email them my thoughts occasionally when I feel God's nudging.
The other day as I was sending my boys off on another Mira Boy Big Adventure, I was scribbling details on how to take medicines for sinus. There were two kinds in an envelope and, being the OCC (obsessive compulsive controlling...oops) type of mom I can sometimes be, I was concerned that my 17 year-old not take the meds too often, etc. After all I'm always the one who's measured and handed the meds to him over the years with clear instructions. I wasn't going to be there this time.
Well, one of my boys walked in, saw me scribbling notes about common cold meds and kindly said, "Mama, you can't keep doing that. We really appreciate your help, but you have too many important things to do without the stress of always worrying about all the details for us. We are men and we will figure it out..." I listened to him as he went on, sharing his sage advice with me.
It was a poignant reminder of the passing of time. Somewhat bittersweet, but real. I appreciated his boldness and wisdom to speak truth to me. And as much as he appreciates me supporting his and his brother's dreams, he wants to see me pursue my dreams, too. He knows I have to make some adjustments if I'm going to achieve what I'm called to. Thanks, hon...
P.S. Boys, one more thing...there's fresh lunch meat in the garage fridge just an fyi in case you run out - and more bread in the garage freezer. Oh yeah, and....
Once a mother, always a mother. :-)
There are seasons in the life of a mother. I've shed many tears over changing seasons. With five boys, in the old days when one began to grow into a man and sort of detach from needing me so much, I always had another one coming up behind who still had time to sit on my lap and make me feel like a mommy. I didn't realize how much I depended on that.
Now...my youngest has just turned 17. He's a man on the move. God is opening doors for him that have seemed to fast-forward the process and as happy as I am for all the adventures he's on, he's still my boy...just like all the others. So, consequently I want to 'take care' of them in ways that we moms do. Even when they marry and have the most wonderful wives on the planet, I still carry their burdens in my heart and want to fix anything that might arise that needs fixing. Their wives become my kids, too, so, I am finally getting all the kids I dreamed of having.
I make lists (this is one I hung on the cupboard as I was running out the door to dinner with hubby for our 31st anniversary!) and leave sticky notes and text them reminders and email them my thoughts occasionally when I feel God's nudging. The other day as I was sending my boys off on another Mira Boy Big Adventure, I was scribbling details on how to take medicines for sinus. There were two kinds in an envelope and, being the OCC (obsessive compulsive controlling...oops) type of mom I can sometimes be, I was concerned that my 17 year-old not take the meds too often, etc. After all I'm always the one who's measured and handed the meds to him over the years with clear instructions. I wasn't going to be there this time.
Well, one of my boys walked in, saw me scribbling notes about common cold meds and kindly said, "Mama, you can't keep doing that. We really appreciate your help, but you have too many important things to do without the stress of always worrying about all the details for us. We are men and we will figure it out..." I listened to him as he went on, sharing his sage advice with me.
It was a poignant reminder of the passing of time. Somewhat bittersweet, but real. I appreciated his boldness and wisdom to speak truth to me. And as much as he appreciates me supporting his and his brother's dreams, he wants to see me pursue my dreams, too. He knows I have to make some adjustments if I'm going to achieve what I'm called to. Thanks, hon...
P.S. Boys, one more thing...there's fresh lunch meat in the garage fridge just an fyi in case you run out - and more bread in the garage freezer. Oh yeah, and....
Once a mother, always a mother. :-)
Posted by Denise Mira.
Today hubbs and I will be in downtown Seattle for the screening of the
short film about Albert Einstein, entitled, Light and Black, produced
and directed in Tacoma, Washington by Brian Parker. 8 directors prepared
and filmed movies over the last 3 months that they'll be showcasing
this afternoon. It's fun to be the first audience to get the opportunity
to view the work of these passionate creators, all together in one
place, before they're sent off to the whole wide world.
