my Mama bear claws that is.
Can I tell you something?
I really, really, really do not like this whole letting go thing. So what if he’s 18 years old. So what if he’s an adult with real life responsibilities. So what if he is handling nasty situations with amazing grace, dignity and honor.
He’s my baby (and always will be) and I want to rear up and protect him from the nasty uglies that are in this world!
Is that so wrong?
Well, yes…and no. Okay, I admit it. Yes, begrudgingly so, but I admit it. As much as I want to protect him, I can’t just jump in and do that anymore. He is a man…and it’s time for him to spread his wings and fly.
I can handle that he’s not home as much. That (how dare he) he has a life that doesn’t revolve around home anymore. I even had to tell his Dad a few weeks ago that all those pep talks he spent the last couple of years giving me in preparation for this day he maybe, probably, should have given himself too!
But all that aside I know I will always feel this way, I’ll just get better at managing it. Right? Please agree with me. Okay, I’m resolving to get better at it. So, to begin with, I will, albeit reluctantly, retract each claw, one-by-precious-one, and breath…and most importantly focus on the wonderful knowledge that my son loves Jesus more than anything…or anyone, and will make his decisions, and manage life’s situations, under the guidance and tutelage of the Holy Spirit with our ever-loving Father’s hand holding him close.
I shall go breath deeply now…and Praise the Lord.