More on the ever evolving relationship between me and my son...
My Q just came home after spending a week in Hawaii with his dad, and dad's new gf. I missed him like crazy. It was the longest we've ever been apart. Eight whole days.
He says he didn't miss me (even though he's been sitting on the couch beside me every chance he gets). And I kind of get it...I mean, he was snorkeling with turtles and Dory for a week. I wouldn't miss me either.
It's also a natural progression in our relationship.
Wouldn't there be a problem if he cried himself to sleep every night because he missed me?
I imagined him coming home and us spending quality time together playing board games and watching movies and laughing over milk and cookies.
Instead, he asked if he could go play with the neighbor's kids.
I realized that this is how it's supposed to happen. This is how it always happens, with every parent and every child ever in the history of parents and children. Children grow up, and eventually they move away. It would be unnatural if they didn't. While I'm mourning the loss of my baby, he's feeling pretty okay with venturing out on his own a little more.
My job now as his momma is to just be.
I mean, he is only 9 so it would probably be pretty irresponsible of me to leave him home alone and have him make his own dinner.
I should be proud that there's a pretty huge chance he's not going to be living in my basement, with an extensive action figurine collection when he's an adult.
It's my perspective that has to change on the situation.
I think this is probably why God imagined a husband and a wife raising children together. As the children grow, the parents' relationship with each other changes and evolves, and grows stronger. Meanwhile, my relationship with my blog is growing...