The legacy of a parent is undoubtedly bittersweet. From the moment a child is born to the time we let them go, we are given our children on blessed time. But it’s during that time when they inherit two of the most valuable things: ROOTS to grow and WINGS to fly. I've been there, I know.
But as life goes on and new chapters unfold, I use that time to reflect on the joys that once were and the good times that lay ahead. It's not selfish to [want] to hold on to your kids—that’s love. What is wrong is to hold on so tight that you never let go. I know people who struggle with this. And if you think the best part of life is over when your kids move away, it's not. Before you know it, God swoops in and hands you a lil’ grandsugar or two. It's His way of showing you that life isn't over, it's actually just beginning.
My lil’ nugget, my best friend, my grandsugar is moving to the suburbs tomorrow. And while I’m truly happy for this new chapter in their lives, it’ll be an adjustment for me. It’s been a gift from God having him 3-5 minutes away— for the last 2 years.
His dad tells me, “Mom, it’s not far. Just get on the tollway, exit here, turn left, take a right and you’re there.” And I just smile. My son's eyes see things much different than mine. For me, a 45 minute drive, into another city, is no longer a hop, skip and a 3 minute jump away.
And yes, I get it, it’s not like they’re moving hours away or leaving Texas. But for this Lolly, 45 minutes is an eternity.
I did however ask Ezra if I could move in with him—AND HE SAID YES y’all.