Here I sat today counting down the minutes until we have our family night out to dinner to celebrate Bartt's joining the reserves and saying goodbye for bootcamp.  I have had a big lump in my throat off & on all day, it's only going to get worse over the next two days.  I guess it's a good thing that I will be busy tomorrow getting us ready for our trip and working.  I can't dwell on the fact that he's growing up.  He's now officially a senior, officially a Private in the US Army...the mail already comes addressed to Pvt. .  I am feeling old...not physically I guess but more mentally....having a child doing all of this, well, it just makes you realize how quickly life goes.  How quickly your children grow.  Our sermon today was about Work First, then Play, but Play....our pastor stressed making time for family and having fun with them...talking about how quickly our children are grown and gone and that we can never get those years back.  Talking about how the biggest regret in life for most people is not spending enough time playing with their kids and enjoying them while they are young.  Well, that sermon could not have hit home anymore than it did today.  Making me realize that I need to truly cherish the time I have left with all of my kids before they leave the nest.  I try to do fun things with them and enjoy them but you know, once they become teenagers it's so much harder to get them to do things with you.  Everything that you try to get them to do is "lame", "boring", "stupid".  Well, regardless of what these boys think anymore, I am going to make them do stuff with us...no options anymore.  Bartt will be gone all summer...then gone for good next summer.  I  have a little time left to enjoy him being my "child" instead of him becoming "my adult son".   I cherish each moment with my kids but the reality of being this close to having one leaving the nest makes each moment that much more precious.  I have to put together Bartt's scrapbook to give to him when he graduates....anyone want to take bets that I don't get through the pictures without crying?  I remember the day he was born, so many silly things he's done through the years, watching him take his first steps...now I am watching him take his first steps into his own life...into an adult life. 

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LND
Jun. 2, 2008 at 1:12 PM I know how you feel. Even though my son is only 2 years and 4 months old,I can't believe how big he is getting. Next year he starts school. But we will always have the memories of our sweet little boys.Good luck to Bartt.

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