Greetings from The Front Porch,
Friends, sometimes I write to myself to remind me of where I have been, where I am at and where I am going. I thought that I would share today a brief little letter I wrote to myself as I walked through the parenting process of letting go.
The good news is, I am still in a season where they return. My girl is home and tomorrow night my boy arrives back in
California just before midnight. What a lesson I continue to learn. And, my grandson is due any day now!
Dear Courageous, Brave, Beautiful Me,
I know without God's help you would be totally and utterly lost through this process of letting go so they can grow. You have also learned that just because you are hurting does not mean you are hurt.
I am proud of the way you have listened well, asked good questions and paused on purpose through this process. Parenting is not easy and your heart will hurt but you can do this. Look around, be thankful for those who have joined you on this journey, you are not alone. Two are better than one.
As you feel the strain of your mama muscles start to pull every time you let go, remember it is just that, a strain not a break. This lesson will carry you through as the process looks like your past, but it is not. You were created to let go.
Being a parent does not make you a victim but rather a victor. Like you, your children were made to fly.
You are courageous, brave and beautiful!
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