As the car slowly made its way up the long, narrow road surrounded on both sides by dense pine forests, I was beaming. My son was interviewing for a college scholarship and might have the opportunity to live in this heavenly place for the next four years. I breathed in the beauty of nature, hoped to spy the deer that roam in abundance, and welled up with excitement that my son had been invited for an overnight stay to interview for this prestigious scholarship.
Then we got to the end of our journey- the destination.
I watched the other seniors lining up to register. They were grown men and women. What on earth was my son doing here with all these grown-ups?
We stood aimlessly watching, waiting to be told our part, what we parents needed to do. Then the verdict came, “You’re free to go. See you tomorrow.”
What? That’s it? Just leave my son here with all these strangers and walk away?
I turned to look at my boy. Then I saw, I really saw. He wasn’t a boy. He was a man. A young man who was happy and excited and not the least bit mindful that his parents were walking away and leaving him on that mountain…alone…with all those strangers.
I hurried to the safety of the car. A tsunami of emotion swept over me as we drove away and I fought so hard against tears that refused to be stopped. I hadn’t expected this. We were only leaving him overnight for an interview. We weren’t leaving him there for good.
But in that moment when I had looked at him, longing to run and tell him it would be okay instead of quietly walking away, I heard the snip of the last apron string. It echoed loudly in my mind. He’s grown. My job is nearly done. How did we get here so fast? What would I give to go back in time and savor every moment?
Mommies and Daddies, take the time to write journals, to snap photos, to listen, to care, to spend time with your children. Live every moment and record every memory. For one day, sooner than you think, the chubby hands won’t be there to hold, the warm hugs will be replaced by cold photos, and you will no longer be needed to kiss boo boos, to tuck in at night, to soothe fears and hush anxieties. One day you’ll be “free to go”.
March 10, 2010
Labels: Encouragement for Writers