I only got a little teary as we pulled away from the drop off line. While he could see me, I was all smiles and confidence.
"I wonder what you will learn today?"
"You are going to meet so many new friends!"
"I really like your teacher. She is nice."
My little man. Venturing into the world without me by his side.
My mind races back. Is this really the baby that I birthed at home so quickly and so quietly? He seems so very mine that I can't imagine sharing him. So much a part of me.
There is a part of me that wants to hold on. To enclose him. To protect. To shelter.
And yet to do so would be to forget my whole purpose.
I shelter in order to release. I hold tight in order to let go. I protect to allow him to grow strong. I mother in order to send out.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons of one’s youth. Psalm 127:4
Arrows to be shot out. Sent out. Launched.
My prayer for my boys is that they will be men who passionately love Jesus and work to see his kingdom come. Strong men. Bold men. Men with vision and and wisdom. What a gift to get to help launch them!