My kids are growing up.
And I am getting left Home Alone. For 17 years I have been playmate, chauffeur, and constant companion to my three children. With a few exceptions, where they went I went. Where they played, I played. What they experienced, I experienced.
All that changed this summer.
My daughter got her driver's license. Her friends drive. Her boyfriend drives. The pool, the rec center, amusement parks, lunches, dinners, the mall - all places my kids go without me now. Friends are their companions. Mom has been replaced. This is a good thing. I know this.
But it basically sucks - for me.
Now I get filled in after the fact instead of experiencing first hand. Now I send texts to touch base instead of reaching out for hand to hold. Now I pray for their safety instead of making sure they are buckled up.
Now I sit home alone.
They say letting go is a process but it felt sort of all-at-once for me this summer. And this is only the beginning.
2 comments:
I'm an emotional wreck this week. Letting go at 5 or 17 is never easy.
Hugs!
I had to go back to work this week and am feeling majorly depressed about not being with my kids during the day. It's tough even when you know they're fine to let them go. I feel for you.
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