Good Mindful Monday morning, friends!
“Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.”
This has been my mantra this summer, as I prepare to say farewell to my soon-to-be college-bound son. He is a “rising” freshman as I’ve been told they are now referred to.
I’ve been holding on to the preciousness and sanctity of each blessed breath and moment.
And letting go of all of the thoughts of how I could have been a better mom.
I’ve been learning to hang on dearly to memories of all of the laughter and fun and lightness.
To release all of the disappointments and hurts that inevitably happen within a family and a personal relationship.
And to grasp the nuggets of wisdom that result in learning the tough lessons of life.
To hang on to the significance of each “last” before he leaves. Last weekend. Last family dinner. Last Sunday lunch. Last night before he embarks on his new adventure.
And to leave behind the expectations and “shouldas” and “couldas.”
To embrace with gratitude this gift of motherhood.
And to acknowledge that this entire journey has always been about preparing to let go.
To continue to trust in the brilliance of life’s plans.
To relinquish the thought that I ever really had much control over any of it.
To accept in my heart that we all did our best.
And to surrender to the belief that this is exactly how it should unfold.
This morning, I found a brand new park to sit in and write today’s post. It seemed fitting to write my last Mindful Monday before my heart and soul is ripped out and transplanted to another city and state. (Not dramatic at all!)
As I sit on a bench with all the sounds of nature enveloping me, one of these birds flew directly towards me then looped around and flew away! So symbolic. I was completely engrossed in watching the flight. As an afterthought I snapped this picture of that bird with one of his bird friends.
While I am well aware that I’m not the only mother in the history of the world to experience this deep, bittersweet sense of loss; I am definitely feeling connected to every human soul who has, for whatever reason, ever had to say a tough, gut wrenching, totally scary and absolutely necessary farewell.
So when the time comes, I pray for the strength to be able to turn around and paddle away, knowing I’ve done all I can and trusting he will be surrounded with love, support and guidance always.