A mum cannot separate her adult son, travelling halfway across the world, from the little boy who stole her heart a million years ago (okay, so maybe more like twenty, but … you get my point).
Though I wrote this post days before his departure, I know that on Friday, as he walked through the departure gate, ticket boarding pass in hand, my heart was struggling to not leap from my chest. I know that, because, as I write, I am already feeling the lump form in my throat and the tears … they slide down my cheeks.
And today (Saturday) you will touch down … Down Under.
“I am so excited for you” (I am already missing you).
“How exciting that you get to go to New Zealand” (could you choose a location farther away?).
“This will be a life-changing trip” (you will come back changed).
“You will have so many great experiences” (you won’t be with us this Christmas).
“I am going to miss you” (I am going to miss you).
Through all of my selfish thoughts and feelings, though, I cannot look at my adult son and do anything but encourage him to go and have this experience. I prayed for opportunities like this one … opportunities to stretch him, to take him to far off places, opportunities …
to know God
and to make Him known.
That is what we hoped and prayed, for him, when he still was that little boy, manipulating my heart.
So, we stay here at home, while he does what we dreamed for that little boy … that he go his way. And in his going, he will come back again to share his discoveries and joys with us. Our role now, as parents to the adult son, is to support and encourage him.
Go with God, my boy-man son.
“So now go with the wind at your back
And the sun on your face
With a song in your heart
And the promise of grace
Go in peace and in truth
And let love lead your way
Go with God”
Carolyn Arends 1999
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