Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Dear Mom

How I've wished I could talk to you these past few months, mom! 


Back in June, when my oldest daughter trekked off to Boston for Sattler College's High-school Week, I was happy to let her go. I must confess, I was also secretly happy that she already had the perfect job secured here at home, and multiple places she wanted to go in the next year. That, coupled with my oldest agreeing to teach at our church school, ensured me another year with all five at home. When she called at the end of the week, and informed her dad that she'd really like to return to Boston in the fall of this year, that's when I started thinking of you, mom. 

Your oldest went off to teach school out of state when she was 19 -- how did that feel, mom? Did you want to tell her to wait a year; that she had lots of time to do these things? Did you want to caution her against impulsiveness? Did you mourn the loss of one more year with everyone home? As your youngest, at three, I don't remember anything about how you felt, mom. But I can imagine!

How did you handle the feelings, mom? From the initial jolt of 'No, this can't be happening' to 'It is happening, and I want to be supportive', how did you navigate? Mothering adults is a whole new playing field, and I've spent this whole summer floundering, and thinking of you over and over, mom. 


When I watched my 20 year old drive off to Pennsylvania for five weeks of training in preparation to teach school; nerves on high alert, dreading the unknown. When I took his phone calls, and tried to troubleshoot an unfamiliar washing machine and listened to long, excited explanations of the books he was reading. 

When I sent my 18 year old off on an airplane for a week in Boston; eyes bright, and excitement high. When I absorbed the news that the next school year was not going to look like I had pictured, and I wrestled with fear and uncertainty and sadness.


When our summer became consumed with flurries of red tape and preparation, and I mourned the loss of a "normal" summer vacation. When it became apparent that, in many ways, children leave the nest before they're ever actually gone. When I caught my heart distancing itself, so as not to feel the pain. 

When I listened to my son, bubbling over with school ideas, and heading off to the classroom day after day to prepare. When I felt, all in the same moment, the warm fuzzies of pride and the gripping hand of anxiety -- "He's so creative; I love to see him shine!" "But these people all know him too well; what if his students don't like him at all?"

You watched your children leave/ begin new adventures many, many times over the course of their adulthood, how did you do it, mom? 

Boston Bound!

I remember some of how you did it. I remember you cutting out letters for bulletin boards, and fixing finicky sewing projects. I remember you helping to pack suitcases, and slipping in little extras. I remember you ironing the shirts, and buying all the things, and helping with last minute details for school activities. I remember you being there, and doing all the things; what I don't remember, mom, is how you felt. 

Did your heart twist at the changes? Did you resent, even just a little bit, all the time you poured into helping us get all our ducks in a row? Did you sometimes want to remind us that you had a life too? Did you sometimes want to say "If you're going to leave, let's get it over with?" Did you sometimes wish we'd be around a little more to pitch in with all the ducks you needed to keep in a row? Did you sometimes feel so much love, and pride in what your children were pursuing and becoming, that you wondered how you could ever feel anything but gratitude and humility? Did your eyes spill tears at the oddest times and stay dry as could be at others?

I can't ask you any of these questions, mom. But the truth is, I have a sneaking suspicion you wouldn't really have many answers anyway. The fact is, it would probably be kind of like when young moms ask me about pregnancy and tiny babies -- so much of the drama of those times has faded in my memory. None of the details seem nearly as exacerbating now, as they did in the moment. I'm guessing someday the events of this summer will seem much the same. 

So, while I've thought of you often these past months, mom, and I've wished I could ask you a myriad of questions, I guess maybe the things I remember are more important than the things that I don't, and your example is all the answers I really need. 

Love, Bethany


Back to School...
Charles - 4th grade
Lillian - 8th grade
Jennifer - Freshman
Isaac - 7th & 8th grade Teacher


And Jasmine, 
And her new home in Boston, 
Where she will be attending 
Sattler College for their 
One Year Certificate in Biblical Studies 

6 comments:

  1. I hear you, Bethany.
    Yesterday we watched another small gray car leaving our place, only seven years after the first small gray car pulled out of our driveway. Yesterday it was the sixth child leaving. Six children in seven years! How is that possible? I mean, that's even faster than they joined the family!
    I'm so grateful for God's grace in the lives of my children. God's grace is abundant for you and me while navigating the constant changes of life. I'm certain your Mom knew that grace, as well.

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    1. Maybe I understand now why God gave us a four year gap after our first two children! 😄

      Very grateful for God's grace.

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  2. You are facing two major changes in your family at the same time; it's a lot to process. Meanwhile your other children are growing up, too. Just because many parents have weathered such transitions doesn't make it easy for you. May God grant you grace. Linda Rose

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    1. It is a lot to process! I know there will be many good things that come out of it in the long run...

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  3. I have 2 daughters, the older one is only 2.5, yet already my heart wrenches at your words of the letting-go. It's the intense pain of being a mom... How can such pain and beautiful reward mingle in one calling, motherhood?

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    1. Love just is painful. Sure wouldn't want to not experience it though!

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