A couple of weekends ago my family and I took a one-day road trip to Washington D.C. We love to travel and the occasion was it happened to be a beautiful spring day. I was really excited that our teen was actually around and able to join us (its a rarity these days).
Do you remember the last time when you and your family had some spontaneous fun together, especially when traveling?
Throughout the day I kept looking at my kids and feeling sentimental over how much they have grown.
My teenage son and I were hanging on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial talking when my husband decided to take a picture. It wasn’t until a few days later that I actually looked at the picture and couldn’t believe the young man next to me was the boy who made me a mom almost 15 years ago.
I blinked back tears as I quickly tried to remember when he got taller than me.
My mind started racing as I realized I couldn’t remember when he started growing a mustache, or the minute his boyish features slipped away to reveal a more grown up version of my best buddy.
The more I thought about these things, anxiety started to settle in. Like why couldn’t I remember the last time he was more like a boy and less like a man?
Do you remember the last time when?
- You stopped reading to your child, because they started reading to themselves.
- Your child started bathing/taking a shower by themselves.
- They switched from calling you Mama or Mommy to Mom
- They no longer needed you to tuck them in at night.
- They cried because they missed you.
- They needed to be babysat instead of now being the babysitter.
- They smelled sweet.
- You were their number one resource for answers and information.
- Even the idea of dating made them cringe.
- They weren’t taller than you.
I could go on and on with this list of do you remember the last time when, but it pulls at my heartstrings a little more each time to think about how I made a simple parenting mistake…I blinked.
When I opened my eyes the child I gave roots to had grown wings, and as bittersweet as this new part of my parenting journey is I couldn’t be prouder of the man he is becoming.