Friday, October 13, 2017
The Hardest Thing
While I was talking to my sister the other day we were talking about how all the nieces and nephews are grown. In some cases even their children are grown and have children. The family keeps expanding. It is a wonderful fact of life.
My nephew and his wife recently watched their only child marry. Then because her husband is in the military the newlyweds moved far away.
The parents miss them so much. My niece is wondering how they will fill their empty nest. Personally I think their dog will be happy to fill the spaces.
All my children are grown. My oldest is 50 and the youngest will be 44 in a few days. I watched them grow into people that I would have as friends even if they weren't my children.
During the time they were busy growing I enjoyed them. I never dreamed they would one day want to have homes of their own. They were just babies after all.
When a child was ill I often took them to bed with me. It made it easier to know when they needed something. I was comforted by that.
One of my son's had the flu. When it was time for us to all go to bed I told him to crawl into my bed. He looked at me and said, "Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?" I felt like I had been caught stealing cookies from the jar.
One at the grocery store with my oldest son I looked over to say something to him and screamed. He was embarrassed and yet trying to understand what was wrong with me.
I knew he was growing up. But it really disconcerting to look at your little boy and see that his eyes are at the same level as yours.
My youngest son was living with the young woman who became his wife. They had two children together. They started very young.
My son was working and had his own health insurance. He had a bad virus. He had been vomiting and his wife decided he needed to see a doctor.
The doctor refused to treat him because he would not be 18 until the following month. He needed his mother to authorize treatment.
They came to get me and we went right back to the doctor's office. By that time my son was so dehydrated that his legs would not work. We carry/dragged him inside. He was put into a wheelchair and I signed papers.
When my son's name was called his wife got up and accompanied him and the nurse who pushed his wheelchair back to see the doctor. I never had such a strange feeling before or since.
She was the right person to go with him. I knew that. It had always been my job before.
I have said for years the hardest thing about being a parent is letting go.