Last Saturday was a bit of a teary day for me. Could it be that I stayed up until 2am in the morning, and then went out and excersized and didn't take care of myself so I wound up dehyrated and pretty sick afterward? Probably. But most likely it was because my baby had grown.
Oh, he grew a few years ago. But I'm really startin' to feel it.
The boys decided to take the girls bowling and to Jamba during the day before the dance. I then imagined Bryant getting ready for the big night and me sending him on his way. I then realized, this is the beginning of the end. This is what it's going to feel like for the rest of my life. My boys are leaving me. I know, I know, I sound like Agnes Skinner, and I probably am. But the mom of the boy always sends him off and doesn't get to see the date in her cute dress, the mom of the boy sends him off to have some other gal take care of her baby, the mom of the boy "loses" a son when he gets married. It looks like this mom of boys is going to send her boys off and be left all alone. I know, I know, Agnes Skinner...
But I always thought once you become a mom, you always have kids in the house. So not true, and this part of my life is happening too fast. They were just little, I swear. I had all of the boys by the time I was 26, my days of empty nesting are approaching too fast. Some people might relish the thought, but my boys bring me delight every day. And I mean every day.
As I went down the dark path of my boys leaving me in my mind, I started explaining to Boyd what I was feeling as he was preparing a talk at the kitchen table. When I told him how it wasn't fair that the mom of the son always has to send her boy away I started bawling. Boyd froze and looked over at me like I had an alien growing out of my head. When I think about the look he gave me, it makes me laugh. In fact, all of the boys completely froze and looked at me like I was crazy. Okay, so maybe I am, but maybe not. I love my boys and don't want this stage of my life to end. Is that so bad?
Anyway, Bryant had a great time, and he went with a darling girl. She used to be in our ward so we know her family too. At least I sent him away with a good girl who was totally modest. I was very proud of both of them.
Catching up with him after the dance took me back to the days when I was in high school, just a mere 4 years ago...it seems like yesterday because it was. It's true, I swear.
I am glad the boys are growing up, but my how my heart hurts when I think about the time when are no longer under my wings and in my roost....