“Being the mother of a son is like someone breaking up with you really slowly.”
Our job, as a mom, is to raise boys into men, and give them tools to successfully grow up and leave to start their own families. Eighteen years goes by in a flash. One minute we are nursing them from the breast, then teaching them how to hold a fork, and then chop sticks, then poof… they have their own credit card and barely eat with us. They slowly but surely grow up and grow away from us. They have a new independence along with less reliance and guidance from me, and a slight impatience for family rules. Our job is to let go. Not all at once, but gradually and gently and with grace.
This phase is new to me. I don’t know how to navigate this and I think it’s even harder than the college drop-off. How do I express my love as I watch you truly growing up preparing to leave my safe nest? I’m comforted by knowing I did it right. This is how it’s supposed to work. I need to figure out how to channel my longing for one more day to walk to the beach, buy you ice-cream and watch it dribble all over your face and hands, then throw you in the bathtub so we can snuggle in your little PJ’s with feet. And read Skateboard Mom for the 1000th time. Cat? Dog? Foster Kids? Who knows.
To be someones entire world is a gift. I know you love me more than life itself, but I also know we need to settle into our new rhythm. At the end of this process, I know I’ll find a kind, charming, smart adult, who brings me great joy and pride.
I’m a travel and health writer, digital and brand consultant, breast cancer survivor, and supermom to two active boys! I keep it real and share stories of raising feral wolves teenage boys, family life after a cancer diagnosis, and family travels around the world! Each story is shared with my dry, and sometimes naughty sense of humor.