.....will be an end and a beginning.
Tomorrow will mark the end of a season and the beginning of a new one.
I have looked forward to and dreaded this day for a long time.
My baby is now a man and my children are all adults.
Gone are the days of chocolate chip cookies after school, costumes made of construction paper, tickets being given to home plays, bedtime reading, multiple hugs...per minute, listening to music as instruments are practiced, football games, band concerts, impromptu family game nights, swim partys.
My children now have lives of their own.
This is what we have worked for, my husband and I....to successfully launch our children. To raise them in a way that when they leave the nest, they love and depend on God and have the confidence and skills to thrive in their new endeavors.
I think we did that.....and it gives me joy I can't express to see it.
But this mama's heart is not ready to fully accept it.
For a while, I have boasted about how excited we are to be "alone", back to just the two of us....what fun we will have, what freedom we will experience!
But as the house has emptied and gotten more quiet each day, my resolve to be happy has crumbled just a bit and a little fear of the unknown has crept in.....what will my life look like now? How do you navigate this?
One thing is for sure.....change is happening, a season is ending.....
....whether I like it or not.
And after a few days of grieving...and maybe evening blubbering....
....I will put on my big girl panties,
look to God,
and together, with Steve, will discover what this new season has in store for me.