I got to spend the day with my son, Adam, today. It was just the two of us. Once upon a time there was a little boy who chattered constantly to me. He smiled at all of my jokes. He didn't care where we went as long as we were together. I was his world.
I have always had a pretty good grasp on the reality that my purpose as a mom is to prepare him to stand on his own. That mandate starts at conception. We feed and nurture and lead and teach and discipline with the goal of seeing them stand tall on their own and thrive.
He is eleven now, going on twenty-seven it sometimes seems. The separating is beginning in earnest. I am not his whole world. I am still his mommy. He still hugs and kisses me in front of his friends. I have made him promise he always will. We'll see.
I see the Holy Spirit at work in and through him. It takes my breath away. I bought him mens sized sneakers the other day and it emptied my wallet. What a season of transition for both of us. I am not sure it is bearable.
Lord, hold on to him when he breaks free from my grip.
"Time Stand Still"