When kids are small we wish for them to grow, so we could breath a bit between chores, games and responsabilities. And then one day they are old enough to tell you that they don’t want any more cuddles, or nicknames in front of their friends. Old enough to walk alone to school and to spend days without asking for you.
You realize that your child is not a small kid anymore, even if he is only 9 years old. At his age – do you remember? – maybe you were the same. Maybe you wanted to be independant and break free, maybe you were only thinking about being with your friends…
Anyway, when you look at photos, something is telling you that many things will never be the same again. It feels good and yet a bit of nostalgia is taking over and you try as much as you can to deal with it, at your own pace.
You know for sure that your child is not your child, Khalil Gibran penned it so well, you can relate to it when you feel lost. He’s a child of the world and so your mission is to let him find his place and fly with strong wings as far as he’d like to go. When you see many struggling to have kids, many in pain with loss and grief, with empty nest and so much love to share, you start looking at what you hold in your hands, a wish, a life and you feel grateful to be able to be the first witness of growth – even if it’s tough at times! !!
How did you handle preteen years? Did you find it easy to let go?