It’s Friday! It’s been a busy week, and I am gratefully winding it down with an all day meeting out of town.
I need my weekend to regroup!
But first, a quick writing exercise prompted by Lisa Jo over at The Gypsy Mama.
This week’s word: grasp
I have been the leader of my little family of three for nine years. Our trio is exceptionally close, but the reality is that my boys are beginning to grow up and away from our nuclear family.
It’s how it should be.
But it doesn’t make it any less difficult.
The boys are far more independent than they used to be. I no longer must be the one to make the sandwich, pour the juice, wipe the face, pack the bag.
They have their own opinions, likes, dislikes and issues.
They do their own homework, help with the house and even get themselves to activities now.
Every now and again, I feel like I reach for them and grab empty air. They’ve moved a symbolic step beyond my grasp.
At first, that emptiness takes my breath away and makes me want to cry in deep gasping sobs.
But after a deep breath, and a step back, I gaze at who they are, the young men they are becoming, and the pride I feel fills my heart to bursting.
They may be moving beyond my grasp, but I’m proud of who I’m sending into the world.
And that will see me through them stretching their own wings and flying into their own lives.