Holy cow, life is full of opportunities to practice letting go over and over and over again.
This morning, I reflect on the past 18 years of raising my first born. I remember thinking — during the birthing process — that my first job as a parent was to do everything I possibly could to help my beautiful baby boy get safely from the womb into the world. And the moment he was born, the letting go dance began. Holding. Comforting. Consoling. Caring. Crying. Soothing. Feeding. In sickness and in health. Over and over and over again. Every day. A commitment like no other.
It seems like yesterday, I watched him walk away from me on the playground, as I stood wondering how far he would go before he turned back to see if I was still there.
As he returned in the wee hours of the morning from a train excursion to Canada with a couple of friends, I am struck by the different yet familiar dance of comings and goings.
Life can be oh-so bittersweet, don’t you think?