As I sit at home tonight I think of my two kids. My son and my daughter are both over 18 and have lived on their own for some time now. I have heard the saying “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.” This is sooooo hard!!
When our kids are young we try to teach them as many things as we can. Some are life lessons that we can teach them about, teach them how we made those mistakes and why it was the wrong thing to do and hope that they learn to not do the same thing. Some lessons come in the form of them making their own mistakes. These are the hardest ones for us moms. I absolutely hated seeing my kids hurt or sad. I know they hated when I did this but I tried to use even these hurts as a life lesson. Just trying to teach them both that nobody is perfect but that the important thing is that we learn from it. When somebody that I knew and love, a friend or relative would make a mistake in life or do something that hurt somebody else, I would talk with my kids. Try to teach them why this decision might hurt somebody else or how it would effect them in the long run.
My kids would listen. I think they thought I was nuts. I think they just wanted to learn it all on their own. Times are so different from when I was younger that they thought that these things might not happen to them. Whether it’s getting hurt by ‘a bad guy’ or keeping your ‘innocence’, life is handled differently now. That’s what they thought. Now, this is only my opinion because it’s how I read their signals, they had no part in me writing this article, but, I guess all I could do was try the best I could to raise my kids. Try to give them the best upbringing I could and help them both feel like they were loved.
I love my kids with every fiber of my being. They are a part of me and always will be. I don’t get to see them very often but I pray for them every day. I pray that my kids know how much I love them. I know they both want to be independent. I know that they both want to live on their own, and I get that. I just pray that they feel loved.
I found a beautiful poem that further explains a mothers love, here is just a part of it:
A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
by Helen Steiner Rice.