We go into parenting knowing that regarding hard times, it is a “when” situation, not an “if.” Sometimes the moments are poignant. Sometimes they are frightening. Sometimes they are just sad.
21-ish: Walking her down the aisle while turning her over to another man.
18: Hugging them outside the dorm room and pleading with them to call anytime, all the time.
16-18: Waiting by the door at 12am… 1210am…. 1220am… 1230am…
16: Watching at the window in fear and trepidation while, newly licensed, they drive away for the first time–without you in the passenger seat.
12: Asking “where did the time go?” as they enter middle school.
6 (and 4): Setting the bowls of powdered sugar on the table, and stepping aside while the kids finish up the Russian teacakes.
As the dust filled the air, I had to finally just walk away. I ignored the powdered sugar in the eyes, ears and nose. I disregarded the fingers being licked before/after each cookie was handled. And finally, I turned a blind eye to the fact that even though the recipe claimed to make 3 dozen cookies, when I looked at the finished product there were about 21 and both kids were complaining of stomach aches.
It’s all about letting go…
Ooh, I love this post Kim. Makes me sad to think about all those “firsts” but isn’t being a mommy so cool?
It is such a blessing!