Early Summer 2011 - Flying 101: Giving Them Wings
To say that I'm having a hard time letting my kids go is probably the understatement of the year. At 13 and 16, they both tower over me, and you'd think now that we are knee deep in 'The Teenage Years' I'd be getting better at this, but I'm not. The first time I realized I should loosen my near death grip on my growing young boys-to-men was when my 13-year-old's voice coach asked, oh so gently, if I would consider letting Ben walk to her door by himself. Apparently other kids are dropped off at the curb and walk into her house on their own. Well, to say this was a huge eye-opener is no exaggeration. To my credit, I didn't even realize I was being perhaps a teeny weeny bit overprotective! Now that I think about it, it is both hilarious and absolutely mortifying to me that I accompanied my son to her door, week after week, waving at her each time. It brings back memories of walking him to his classroom in kindergarten.
The second incident, and the one that really got my attention, happened at a soccer game. While I've seen my share of jaw-dropping, heart-lurching injuries, amazingly my boys have remained fairly injury-free. So when my 16-year-old motioned to his coach that he needed out of the game, I sat up and paid attention. As I watched Daniel slightly limp off the field, it was as if he were transformed into a little boy all over again. Almost without realizing it, I found myself getting up and walking over to the bench to check on him. His kind coach caught my eye, probably wondering what the heck I was doing! That was enough to stop me in my tracks, literally. I blinked and in that moment I saw that my son was not 6 years old anymore! If I walked over to see how he was, he would never live it down! Yes, I have a loooong way to go!
We all have times in our kids' lives when we struggle to accept that they're older and ready for more responsibility. I've had the good fortune to be around kind souls who took a chance and either with their words or a simple glance helped me acknowledge these young men as the mature guys they really are. If you find yourself in a similar situation—one that could potentially blow up in your face and humiliate both you and your child—take a moment to make sure you aren't holding your children back by trying to protect them too much. To all the like-minded mothers who may need a course in Flying 101, know that you are not alone and there are other mothers (and fathers, I'm sure!) who are standing on the precipice themselves, slowing peeling back one finger at a time to let our dear children go.