It never gets any easier. This thing called parenting. People tell you that. It never gets any easier. But you plod along naively assuring yourself YOU will break the mold. You will be the one to prove them wrong. For everyone ELSE, it never gets any easier..... but not for you.
This afternoon I stood on a flag lined stage, facing this man who was wearing my baby's face. He raised his hand and swore his allegiance to this great country. I smiled and swelled with pride. I teared up when the officer waxed patriotic. I came home and posted my braggy, proud pictures on Facebook. When he walked in the front door, I squeezed him liked I wish I could've when we were there.
But now... in the dark... trying to chase sleep while it is being a sneaky lil punk.... I'm wondering how will I let him go? The tears are falling freely as I realize, "they" were RIGHT. It never gets any easier. I've raised this amazing young man. I thought the diapers and the heartbreaks and the driving by himself were the hard parts. But guess what??? The hard parts NEVER stop coming.
I have no idea how I'll make it through this letting go. I do know it will involve a TON of coffee to counteract the sleepless nights and a whole lotta Jesus carrying me through. I just plan to hang on tight and enjoy the ride. I am going to CHERISH every single one of the 306 days until he ships out. (I even smiled while I picked up his dirty laundry on the bathroom floor tonight.) All I wanted to tell you though, was:
I was wrong.
They were right.
It never gets any easier.
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