Grown Son, Growing Mother

by Becky on January 4, 2013 · 5 comments

in Parenting

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As often happens with me at the beginning of a new year, I find myself thinking about the passage of time and the way it changes my children. Watching a child transition from teenagehood to adulthood is one of the weirdest, coolest, saddest, and most brilliant things I’ve ever experienced.

The Weird.  I remember his younger self so vividly still!  A baby so pudgy his thighs used to get chapped when he learned to walk.  A boy who knew he was Legolas, coopting the sword his father brought home from Spain years ago and wielding it against the imaginary foes lurking throughout the house.  A young man on a surfboard, his cutbacks so pretty, you’d forget the athleticism required to make them look so effortless.  Every one of those boys still lives in my mind even though right now, in real time, they’re gone.

The Cool.  Around age seventeen, maybe eighteen, he acquired judgment.  Enough said.

The sad.  He’s an ocean away.

The brilliant.  He reaches out to others.  It’s a talent, and he’s using it.

Watching your kids grow–it grows you, too.  Had I known how much work raising children would be, I would have been more afraid.  But I would have been more grateful, too, for the opportunity awaiting me to be acquainted with a boy like this one.  He is indeed grand.

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Rachelle January 4, 2013 at 8:33 am

Very well written;) I know just how you feel. A wise man once said to me when Jordan left for his mission…”you will mourn the boy who leaves you…you will celebrate the man that returns.” It is happening right before my eyes;) ….and my Boy is an ocean away too! Hugs my dear friend!

Becky January 4, 2013 at 9:52 am

Shelley, I loved hearing about how Jordan’s cousin sent him one of his ties, and what that meant to him. What a beautiful story! Cousins are just brilliant. May is just around the corner! You must be dying . . .

Besitos!

Rachelle January 4, 2013 at 8:34 am

Please blog about your apartment…do a little photo tour and show us where and how you are living….please;)

Karen January 4, 2013 at 3:20 pm

oooh, I can’t wait for the cool part! It actually happens?? :) And I so get what you mean about this raising children thing. Sometimes it is unbearably hard, but then you turn around and have one of those moments where you think, “wow. these people who have come into my life and home are AWESOME!” What a privilege for sure.

And I second Rachelle, would LOVE to see a home tour.

Jen January 18, 2013 at 5:09 pm

One of my favorite memories of Clave and I will always be when he was about 2 years old. The two of us were sitting in the front lawn on Navarro Drive and he noticed a grasshopper….thinking it was the coolest thing he had ever seen – the two of us just sat there and watched it in amazement. I think it was at that place in time I knew this cool, amazing guy would always hold a BIG place in my heart

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