I once read that you start saying goodbye to your child the moment you give birth.
Trusting another to watch them for an hour, the first time they crawl, the first steps, the first day of pre-school, start of kindergarten, first time at over night camp, on and on the goodbyes go.
The very first time that my younger son and then daughter went off to overnight summer camp for a week – those were big goodbyes. And of course taking my oldest to college for the very first time, somehow my body was able to produce tears the whole four hour drive back home. Just when I thought there weren’t any left, they would start flowing down my cheeks once again.
This summer marks two more goodbyes. My oldest graduated from college in May and took an actuarial job far away, in Orlando. Even though I couldn’t possibly by happier for him, or more proud, when the moment came for him to actually leave our driveway in his packed car, well, let’s just say I’m not stoic in those moments. Nope, I’m pretty much the exact opposite. I made it very difficult for him to leave, but what can I say? I love that guy like crazy.
And today, we just returned from taking our eighteen year old son to college for the first time in Grand Rapids. I held it together (mostly) until we got in the car and left, but I’ve definitely proved to both of my boys that I’m terrible at goodbyes. And now, walking through the house and his room, I don’t know if this heart of mine can take it. I will just miss that wonderful boy around here so much. What can I say? I love that guy like crazy.
I can’t wait to someday ask God why He created our maternal instinct to be so strong and powerful for our children, with Him knowing that one day we have to just open our arms wide and let them go.
I’ve been walking around the house, into both of my son’s empty rooms and just have a sinking feeling in my heart. I feel terribly homesick . . in my own home.
And I know full well that there are so many parents that have had to say their final and last goodbyes to their children and release them right back to you, Lord, and with that thought, all I can say is thank you. Thank you God for these blessed years we’ve had with our three precious children and thank you that we enjoy such close, loving relationships with each one of them.
As much as my heart hurts right now, what an incredible blessing that we have a pre-teen, a teenager and a young adult that we can call “ours” and whom we love to spend time with, and they with us.
I can look back on all the great memories of their childhoods with sadness for wanting that time back, or I can look back with such gratitude for what was and what is still to come.
I’ve learned that I have to allow myself to feel the sadness and let the tears out when I need to, only then can I move on. And this next stage of life will be great, for all of us.
We still have the blessing of our youngest at home and she and I begin a new chapter as we start homeschooling for the first time, next week! I can’t wait to spend so much time each and every day with my daughter, to learn and to grow and to share life right along beside her. What can I say? I love that girl like crazy.
Thank you God for the joy and the tears, the laughter and the love. I’m thankful for this life in all it’s fullness, what was and what’s still to come.
“There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace. ” Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
“You will never be completely at home again. Because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.” -Miriam Adeney