....my son is going to Church Camp for the 1st time. He will be gone for 4 days. FOUR DAYS. I am excited for him. I am excited to be getting a massage on Monday. I am excited to see what my days of not being a taxi service will be like. THEN I think about what my days will be like without being a taxi service. I am crying inside, smiling on the outside. :)
20 years ago, if you'd told me, "Heather, you are going to love being a mom so much that you will be ok having your child with you so much!", I'd called you crazy. See, all those years ago, I was pretty sure that God wouldn't allow me to be a mom until I could prove I wouldn't be a mom like my mom. The alcoholic. The one who dropped her kids at her parents and didn't really return to her mothering duties. BUT, you see, I figured out that God doesn't work like that. I've always wanted to adopt because you see, if it were not for my grandparents, I am not sure where I'd be, or who I'd be. So, giving birth never crossed my mind much. THEN, my son was born. Being a mom is NOTHING like being me as a child. I don't have those same fears anymore of being like "her". I am sure there are many areas where I am like my mom. I have excepted that for the most part, I am not nor will I be her. Phew.
NOW, at nine years old, my precious boy is having his 1st "on my own" experience. Part of me is nervous for him. The other part is excited for him. He's going to have so much fun. He will be with lots of friends and people who love him. Today, while watching him swim with friends, he and another girl (his age) were throwing a ball back and forth and giggling. She's going to camp too. They were so sweet. I hate that I will miss all his experiences because I have never missed anything. Joe, well, he may camp out there :/ LOL. No, no he wont. He must work.
Is it Wednesday yet?