Note to anyone who stumbles upon this: Often, I process my feelings best through writing. This is one of those times. Not a head-tilt, not a lesson, just what's going on for me right now. I think/hope some moms and/or new empty-nesters might relate.
I’ve climbed the ladder of the world’s tallest slide!
18 years of ascension, with my son by my side.
Up, up, up!
18 years of me:
Loving
Teaching
Guiding
Supporting
Protecting
Championing and
Mom-ing
my son. 💕
At his high school graduation this past Friday, together we reached the top of the ladder. It was a wonderful, worthy climb!
And the next few months, the last I have with him as a resident in my home, SWOOSH! Together down the slide, we’ll go.
When we reach the bottom,
he
will
FLY.
And I will savor every moment with him until then.
I will cherish:
Hearing his ragtime piano playing throughout the house
Watching the final seasons of Mad Men with him in the evenings
Listening to his brilliant brain as he educates me about all the things that fascinate him
Traveling to the City and seeing the museums through his eyes
Saying good night to each other in our own silly way as we pass by each other’s rooms
Making his favorite blueberry pancakes for breakfast
Even doing his laundry and cleaning up after him
All of it.
Down, down we’ll go until the day that he takes flight into the next fabulous phase of his life, the moment we’ve been preparing for all this time—when he heads off in the world toward his next adventure, independent of me.
Pride doesn’t capture the magnitude of the feelings I have. I can hardly wait to see what’s next for him. He will not only fly, but he will SOAR!
In an unanticipated turn of events, I will fly too.
Upon his departure, I will be living on my own for the first time in my life.
I will spread my wings and go
up, up, up...I’ll fly as high as I can!
All the stronger, better, and more inspired
Because I am his mom. ❤️
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