If you are a parent, especially a parent of a teenager, you will understand. I have two sons, one who is nineteen and one who is sixteen. And though one is an official adult and the other almost an adult, I still cannot cut those apron strings. Why? Because it is hard to let go. The love a mother has for her children, especially if they are sons, is deeply rooted and unending. No matter how old they get, or how far away they will move, I will always worry and wonder what they are up to.
Life as a parent is funny that way. Never a dull moment when they are with you, and never a moment of peace when they are not. I am especially having a difficult time of letting my younger son go. When he was younger, we used to do many things together. I enjoyed his company, and still do. Just don’t tell him that. I might cause unending bouts of embarrassment for him. Being sixteen and all, you know.
But he is, a very independent young man. When he was only eight or nine he had wanted to be off on his own already. I laughed then, but worry now as he is approaching the age when he can legally leave and be off on his own. I’d miss him deeply. I’m not sure how far away he wants to go, but he has stated that when he turns eighteen that he is leaving home. And that hurts me. Because I love him and don’t want him to go.
Is it wrong for a parent not to want her children to leave the nest? Oh I know that is part of our job as parents to get them to eventually leave the nest and be independent of us. But it is so hard to do. I’ll miss his laugh, his smile, the times we sit and talk, and yes, even his stubbornness. My eyes well up with tears when I imagine that heart-wrenching goodbye when he packs his things up and heads out the front door for the last time. My son, my heart, my life.
When you are carrying them in your womb, you imagine a lot what the child will be like. When my younger son was little, I tried picturing him what he would be like as a teenager. And he did not disappoint! But I love him unconditionally, though at times when he is fighting with his older brother I want to smack them both! Why is it so hard for siblings to get along?
Okay, enough of my rant. Children are a gift. Each one with their own unique personalities and looks. So different in many ways yet so similar when part of a family. I love my sons. I hope that they know that. I hope that I’ve always shown it. And I hope that when they are out there in this big, intimidating world that they will remember that they have a mother at home that will always worry for them, always love them, and will always cherish her precious memories of her two young men. I hope they know, too, of how proud I am of them. Mom loves you both. Stay safe.