As I gaze out my window, I sit in dismay and wonder how I got to where I am now. There is a serene sense of peace and fullness as I reflect on my life. I am the mother of three grown children and realize that I have let them go. Let go in the sense that I am not as protective as I used to be. I am letting them spread their wings and never thought I would get to this point. And I am sure they also thought the same thing!
My middle child has often jokingly called me “Mama Bear” and that epitomized me to the letter. I was fierce and protective over my little cubs and watched out for their safety as they grew up. I coddled and nurtured them to productive human beings. I took care to develop their character: integrity, honesty, and respect for others. I constantly chanted, “My charge is to get you through high school graduation and no babies.”
I was successful in this charge and also triumphant in creating a strong bond with them. So much so that they confide in me and trust me to provide guidance only when asked. But how did I get here? What caused the change in me? I never imagined “not” protecting and providing counsel for them.
Did I let go or did they? Did I give them permission to let go?
I eagerly anticipate seeing them interact with their children and shielding my grandchildren from the world and evil. Will I be able to caution them about being protective? Maybe that’s why grandparents are here… to provide a cushion for grandchildren who have over-protective parents!
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