I never intended to be that mom—the one who mourns every fleeting moment of childhood, the one who gets misty-eyed over each milestone. You know, the teary-eyed mom at preschool graduation? That’s not me.
But honestly, no one prepared me for these small, heart-wrenching goodbyes.
It was a bright, sunny day in Hilton Head, South Carolina, as my family headed to the beach, with my son, Max, happily seated in his Radio Flyer wagon. We looked like a postcard, and I couldn’t help but feel proud.
Upon arrival, I unbuckled Max and lifted him out. But in that picture-perfect moment, he unexpectedly pulled away and leaned back, exclaiming, “No!”
Confused, I tried again to scoop him up. “No!” he squirmed again. “Get down!” I gently placed him on the sand and reached for his hand, thinking maybe he just wanted some space.
“No, Mama!” Max firmly stated, turning toward his dad. He then held out his hand to my husband and waved back at me. “Bye-bye.”
In that moment, I realized my little boy preferred the company of his father. Sweet, right? So why did my heart feel so heavy?
The sensation was oddly familiar, echoing past heartaches. It was about space and the first taste of rejection. This was the first time my child consciously chose to be away from me.
Hello, Break Up. We meet again.
As I waved them off and sat on a towel pretending to read a magazine, I pulled my sunglasses down to hide the tears that threatened.
My husband and Max splashed in the waves, gathered shells, and enjoyed their time together while I sat, lost in thought. I was witnessing the first of many little separations that motherhood would bring.
I imagined Max shooing me away at the bus stop, “Mom, just wait here today,” and him picking out mismatched clothes declaring, “I can dress myself!” I could envision him, a teenager, asking me to tone down my cheers at his basketball games because his friends were teasing him.
First cars, first dates, high school graduation. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be home by Christmas.” I could almost feel his tiny hand wave back at me.
Through this journey, I’ve learned that parenting is all about nurturing someone only to let them go. And maybe it’s a blessing that it doesn’t happen all at once; I don’t know if I could handle it.
As a mother, my greatest wish is for my children to find joy and confidence, fostering their independence and fulfillment. But that doesn’t lessen the sting of these separations.
The reality is that my son will never need me more than he did on his birth day. With each passing day, if I’m doing my job right, he will need me a little less. There are a thousand small goodbyes between now and when he’s fully grown.
I’ve decided to embrace these feelings, even if it means acknowledging that maybe I am “that mom.” Perhaps this childhood journey is indeed racing by.
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In summary, motherhood is filled with small moments that, while bittersweet, ultimately lead to growth. Each goodbye, though painful, is a step towards independence for our children.
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