Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Brought To You by Kleenex!
I just took Luke into town and dropped him off at youth group with some friends. I heard this song on my way home, and almost didn't make it home safely due to swerving all over the road. The tears were heavy people... Get your box of tissue! The song speaks about the core of my heart right now. With one finishing up his freshman year, one finishing his next to last year of junior high and another ending his fourth grade year... I am faced with many emotions. A friend actually asked me today about this matter. She asked me if this stage of life is hard. I answered a quick "yes" and didn't embark on talking much more about it. I swallowed the lump in my throat and changed the subject quickly.
After hearing this song, I remembered that it's important to talk about it though. It's important to bring it up. It's all going to happen, and I AM going to miss this! Truthfully, I know they will too. I know that because I am capable of looking back now and feeling those pangs of guilt over rushing through stages of life only to get to the next one. I'm sure you all can relate.
** Don't forget to pause the music at the bottom of the page before viewing the video. :)
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My heart goes out to you, Tami. I loved the video. Thank you for posting it.
It's not an easy time when they're so close to going off to school somewhere or getting into a relationship that steals the time we've been so accustomed to keeping with them.
I always grieved about 10 years before their departure, just knowing how fast the time was already going.
Then I'd grieve again the year I sensed a goodbye in the making.
And then, just a week or two before one of them actually was moving away, I'd slip quietly into that one's bedroom while he or she was asleep. I'd set the palm of my hand on his or her shoulder and hold it there while I prayed and sobbed into my other hand. They never knew. You'd think I'd lost a child to death or something like that.
And then I'd be fine. As long as I could visit their new school or apartment or what-have-you. Moms so need to be able to visualize their kid's new surroundings, to picture what their day kinda looks like away from home.
It gets better, my sweet friend. Just keep the Kleenex handy. In the car. In each room. In your purse. And keep grabbing every stinkin' moment you can with them.
Love your heart, girl.
**sigh** I'd give you a call but i probably couldn't talk **sigh**
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