It's a tale as old as time, and I'm not talking about romance. Man meets woman. They marry and have children, The children grow-up and leave home. Such pain grips my heart. Today my first born is 19 years old. He's not here, but some 200 miles away. It's hard for me to think of him as a man. For when I look at him I still see that blond headed, blue eyed happy child. He would enter a room and light it with his smile. Then bow like he just preformed the greatest show. What a joy!
I remember days when my boys were small. I would sit and cry in the midst of dirty clothes and piles of dishes wondering if I would ever have a sane day again. My days consisted of changing nasty diapers, wiping runny noses and kissing boo-boo's. I also thought I would never get to go to the bathroom alone. My heart aches for those precious times. It was a time I fretted away feeling sorry for my plight in life.
Yet, my mind still remembers sparkling eyes, laughter of joy, first bike rides, and the special whispers of "I love you, mommy". Yes, they will leave my home, but I get to keep my memories. And how sweet they are to me.
My four boys are nearly grown and I feel the pain of the 'empty nest' settling in already. Thoughts of them all being gone are hard for me to bear.
I know this is the way God planned. I know that I once needed to spread my wings to fly. How much I appreciate my parents. My momma's heart- she felt this pain, too.
However, not all of this is gloomy. It truly delights my heart to see them make adult decisions. And when they choose to do things God's way, it warms my heart so. They have grown into very handsome men. I'm proud in a momma sort of way.
So, the tale continues on- for that's the way God planned. They will marry. Their children will come and they too, will leave.
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