Letting Go

It’s incredible, this parenting gig, right from the start.

Flitters of movement, seeing my precious babies for the first time, giggling and cooing, cuddling and snuggling, silly faces and goofy grins.

Having heart to heart conversations late at night, hearing “mama” from my three year old right on up to my 13 year old, being a confidant and friend, and seeing my children work out a disagreement (even through tears).

The awe inspiring and incomparable bond that I have with all of my children.

But, this parenting gig is also hard, y’all.

The aches and pains of pregnancy and childbirth, sleepless nights, countless dirty diapers, hours upon hours of crying, fussing, and whining.

And, then our babies become toddlers, and the challenges continue to change as they get older…. Potty training, homework, chores, breaking up sibling arguments, exampling patience and kindness, teaching compassion, and showing love in all of our actions.

I now parent teenagers (ACK!). While I still have sleepless nights, break up sibling arguments at times, and feel like I’m constantly reminding them to do homework and chores, I’m discovering how much my job description is morphing, once again.

Added to everything else are activities, friends, monitoring social media, and having to say no. And, there is something new coming up every single day.

Letting go

When you become a mom no one tells you that, no matter what you do, you will never be prepared to let go of each stage as Baby grows up.

Letting go of tiny fingers as baby takes his first steps.

Letting go of the snuggling and cuddling every couple hours when you wean baby.

Letting go of the plethora of cute little baby things.

Letting go of a small hand as your kiddo runs off to his classroom for the first time.

Letting go of playtime on the floor.

Letting go as you watch your “big boy” run down to his friend’s house by himself.

Letting go of the kiss and big hug and replacing it with a quick wave goodbye.

I’m letting go every single day, and it seems to get harder as they get older.

But, no matter how old my babies get, I know that I can hold on to this incredible bond I have with each of them.

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  1. says

    Beautifully put! My youngest of 4 kids is 6 and the oldest 13…I am continually surprised at how much I have to let go and take a deep breath!

  2. says

    Lovely post! You’re going to make me cry! Seriously. Time is fleeting with our little ones and I know what you mean about facing new and different concerns with them as time goes by. We just got a copy of a brand new book, well renewed, so to speak, that is kind of the whole diapers to dates idea. It’s called “She Calls Me Daddy: 7 Things You Need to Know About Building a Complete Daughter,” by Robert Wolgemuth. The original book came out in the 90s, a best-seller, has been updated for today. His girls are grown up and give their own input along with their husbands who are daddies to girls. I understand 40% of the book is new material. It’s so unique in this way. Robert puts the anxieties of Daddy raising his girl(s) to rest, guiding you through challenges and good times – protecting, conversation, affection, discipline, laughter, faith, conduct. So great for helping daddies learn to lead, love and cherish. An invaluable investment. I highly recommend it to all parents no matter the age of your kids.