As I read other's blogs, where sometimes very personal feelings and thoughts are shared openly, I have come to the realization that, as women, we are all the same.
We laugh. We cry. We take care of our families. We love. We work hard. We share. We hurt. We fall. We pick ourselves up. We go on.
Sometimes I feel like I am alone with the way I feel and the thoughts I have. Then I log on and start reading blogs and I quickly realize that there are others who are going through or have been through the very same thing that I am currently going through. Or even worse things, things that I am amazed they are surviving. I draw strength from their courage and I marvel at their tenacity to persevere when life is tough.
Today, my son flew from the nest. My heart is breaking. My heart is rejoicing. I have prepared myself for this moment from the very moment of his birth. I knew that my job as his mother would be to prepare him to face the world on his own. But I am still not ready. He's not ready. Or at least, I don't think he is. I know he will make mistakes. He may not always make the best choices. But I have to let him go and I have to let him try new things and sometimes fail. I have to let him grow up.
But I don't have to like it.
Today, my baby boy moved halfway across the country from me. My heart is breaking. My heart is rejoicing. Fly, my baby bird. Spread your glorious wings, for the sky is the limit. I'll cover you with prayers every single day. I'll cheer for you when you succeed and I'll cry with you when you fail. You are my heart and you are my soul. I love you deeply. Which is why this is so hard.
Life's about changing. Nothing ever stays the same. So I will change with it and I will rejoice in it.
And I will learn to like it. . . someday.
Until next time. . .