When my kids were in highschool and began the college search my thoughts always centered on 'them'...the kids. What would they become in those college years. How would they handle the opportunities and the challenges? I imagined the college years would be a time for my daughters to grow in confidence and become women connected to, but independent of, their mother. Who knew the college years would also be about me? How would I handle the opportunities and the challenges?
For sure my girls have become more confident and definitely more independent since heading off to university but the road to that independence started long before they left for college. It began the day they took their first step, maybe even with that first short crawl. Independence is a process and it happens in baby steps that are so small you don't see them as they are happening. And then one day you look back and think, wow, my child is growing up. By the time my firstborn baby boarded a plane for South Carolina and left us crying a continent away, well I'd say she was well on her way to independence.
Me though? Not so much. I was defined in large part by my role as a mother and while that will never end it does change. While my children were growing in their independence my love for them was growing too...bigger and deeper and more every minute of every day. It's natural for children to begin making their own decisions, holding their own opinions, establishing their own lives. But that doesn't feel natural to the parent. Our instincts when it comes to our children have always been to hold and protect and our lives have become more joined with every passing year. It has been in these college years that I have come face to face with the fact that my children are in fact adults. I don't think this means they don't need me anymore. I'm long past the college years myself but I still turn to my mother for advice, comfort and wisdom and I think and hope my girls will do the same. But I also recognize that these babies I've raised are people now. Grown people who will love and sorrow, succeed and fail, continue to grow and change and become all that God intends for them to be for the rest of their lives. Just like me.
This house that has felt so full for the past month feels very quiet tonite. In fact it feels bare. Where there were kids lounging on a sofa there is just a blanket that needs folding.. sheets that were slept on (for hours and hours and hours) are now in the washing machine.. two places were set for dinner...two instead of four. That sounds a little bit sad and if I'm honest I'll admit that it is. And that's okay. Because tonite I am also feeling thankful. Thankful for every happy memory, for family meals and conversation, for bedtime hugs, for secrets shared...for the way our lives are intertwined forever and for always no matter how far we travel or how old we grow.
