This made me cry and my son is staying home and going to community college! The walking away is good advice. So is the double shot of vodka. We call that a martini, it sounds ~faluten
That first one leaving the nest hits hard. I feel like you never actually recover, but you learn to cope with your own sorrow and find such joy in watching them become better than you dreamed. I live for their phone calls, and I jump in the car and drive to them when I can. Praying for your sweet mama heart this week! You’re not alone.
My first baby moved out last November to an apartment 20 minutes away, and it was hard. He was ready and excited and I remember crying as he drove away with one more load of his room that did not look like his anymore. We recently moved my daughter to her dorm room at a school 20 minutes away and she hates it and wanted to move back home, but apparently the fine print says a first-year has to pay for the full year no matter what if they accepted their dorm assignment. It’s been so hard seeing her struggling and wrestling with this. But wow, my faith has grown so much because the only thing I can do is take all these cares to my Comforter and ask Him to be moving the chess pieces exactly where He knows they need to be, because I certainly can’t fix life’s problems myself, or even play chess. I know it’s hard when they are excited and not sad, but I venture to say it’s even worse when they are hurting and you can’t fix it. You did good raising a strong man momma, although I totally get the visions in your head that bring you to tears. That place in your mind where he’s still just a baby…it’s completely disorienting.
Thinking of you as I look at my girls. This seems far away for them but I realize it’s really not…thinking and praying for your mama heart 💜
This is beautiful. Praying God gives you the strength to do it well. We are practicing in small, but new, ways this year.
This made me cry and my son is staying home and going to community college! The walking away is good advice. So is the double shot of vodka. We call that a martini, it sounds ~faluten
A drive home from a strip club is NOT what a freshman mother needs to hear!
That first one leaving the nest hits hard. I feel like you never actually recover, but you learn to cope with your own sorrow and find such joy in watching them become better than you dreamed. I live for their phone calls, and I jump in the car and drive to them when I can. Praying for your sweet mama heart this week! You’re not alone.
My first baby moved out last November to an apartment 20 minutes away, and it was hard. He was ready and excited and I remember crying as he drove away with one more load of his room that did not look like his anymore. We recently moved my daughter to her dorm room at a school 20 minutes away and she hates it and wanted to move back home, but apparently the fine print says a first-year has to pay for the full year no matter what if they accepted their dorm assignment. It’s been so hard seeing her struggling and wrestling with this. But wow, my faith has grown so much because the only thing I can do is take all these cares to my Comforter and ask Him to be moving the chess pieces exactly where He knows they need to be, because I certainly can’t fix life’s problems myself, or even play chess. I know it’s hard when they are excited and not sad, but I venture to say it’s even worse when they are hurting and you can’t fix it. You did good raising a strong man momma, although I totally get the visions in your head that bring you to tears. That place in your mind where he’s still just a baby…it’s completely disorienting.