Bittersweet Stuff!

Bittersweet stuff! A momma' heart about her first son moving on.

August 3, 2008 at 6:13pm

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Bittersweet stuff! 

It's bittersweet stuff to have your first born son move out and on his own. So many tears are flooding out of my eyes. I'm completely congested. Where does all the time go? Nineteen years have flown by. Andrew moved into his trailer tonight. It is located on grandpa's property. I guess it's a good thing he did it while we were at sports practices. It's so bittersweet. I am so happy for him but I'm ready yet I'm not. I wonder if my parents cried as much as I am crying for my first child as he moves on in his life to become the man God made him to be. I regret not spending more time as a family in our early years of marriage taken up with our family business and debates over stupid stuff. But God in his infinite mercy has allowed us to share more dinners together, play more games together and have more conversations at the kitchen counter! I'm thankful for the memories of our first five years together just me and my little man. For what a great young man Andrew has and is growing into. So many years of praying for him. I miss him already. I love him so much truly I do not have the capacity to love like God can but I love him so much. God I pray that you would love on and bless and cover my precious son, Andrew. Lead him into amazing victories in his life. Accomplishing all that you have for him. Amen.

A poem I wrote that night he moved out and on in his life.
"Tonight I called to say Goodnight"
Tonight I called to say goodnight.
It was your first night away from home on your own. 
I awoke you from your sleep I just needed to say I love you. 
In my heart I wanted to say more but your tired voice kept my conversation short. 
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I called to say goodnight.
All the memories from the very first time my eyes saw you.
You were my special little guy and I loved you.
The moments we shared just you and I are forever tucked away in my heart.
Tonight I called to say goodnight.
I'll always be here for you my son- cheering you on as you venture on
to become all that God has made you to be.
Remember me, your mom. Wherever you are
just like a moon lit star
I'll be there lifting up prayers for you.
I love you. Goodnight.
Love, Mom

Deuteronomy 32:10-11 paraphrased in mom language style
She found him in a desert time in her life. She surrounded him and watched over him. She guarded him as her most precious possession. Like an eagle that rouses her chicks and hovers over her young, so she spread her wings to take him in and cared for him under her wing. (Then one day the mommy bird when it was time and after all the training she had given walked with her young one to the edge of the nest and looked out over all the earth and with a rub of her beak on his little head she nudged him out of the nest where he began to fly on his own. As the little momma bird with a tiny tear dropping onto her cheek gazed with anticipation of how her little one would do she hopped back in the nest with her three other young ones wrapping her wings around them and tweeking out to her son who flew away she delightfully sang...."we will be right here cheering you on and keeping a spot for you around the dinner table and a listening ear and a prayerful heart, we love you. Soar with God. See you soon.")

 

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