As I sit here, on a summer morning, surrounded by the quiet of an empty nest for today, I’m feeling deeply the bittersweet reality of motherhood. My children are growing up, and with each passing day, my role is changing. It’s a transformation that’s both exciting and heartbreaking – a reminder that our jobs as mothers are not only about nurturing children but also about letting them go.
I remember those early days of sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and tantrum-filled afternoons. It was chaotic, exhausting, and often overwhelming. But it was also a time of such joy. I was the captain of this “motherhood” ship, the quarterback of this parenting game. And oh, how I loved it.
But as the years passed, things began to shift. My little ones grew taller, their voices grew louder, and their independence grew stronger. They started asserting their own identities, testing boundaries, and making choices that didn’t always align with mine. And I…well, I started to learn I had to let go.
It’s hard to put into words the emotions that come with this transition that is still happening. There’s a mix of awe in watching my children grow into capable, compassionate individuals, but also a deep sadness in knowing that my role is changing. I’m no longer the primary influence in their daily lives.
As they enter adulthood, I am finding myself morphing from “mom” to “coach.” It’s a role I’m still getting used to – one that requires me to offer guidance, support, and wisdom. Moms get to play on the field alongside, coaches get to watch from the sidelines. There is a such a delicate balance for young adults between giving advice and giving space; between being present and respecting their autonomy. It’s all so confusing at times. But I think back and there were confusing days at the beginning—why was my baby crying? What was I doing wrong? And if I can get through those confusing times of early motherhood, it gives me hope I can get through these confusing ones too.
It’s not always easy though–this letting kidadults go. Some days I find myself yearning to turn back the clock–for the simplicity of toddler tantrums or the sweetness of preschool storytimes. But as I look around at my now young adults, I’m struck by their individuality – their quirks, their passions, and their strengths. And how amazing they are.
I guess I am learning to love the ebbs and flows of motherhood. To cherish this “new motherhood”. It’s a bittersweet phase between letting go and holding on; between celebrating their independence and cherishing our bond.
So here’s to a new chapter in this journey together. This flying-the-nest is not so easy on a momma’s heart, but I will give it all I’ve got.
~elizabeth
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