I guess this day comes to all mothers eventually. The day that it is time to push the little birdies out of the nest and let them try out their wings. Today is that day for me and my oldest son Karsten. He left this afternoon for a ski trip with Grace Presbyterian. We have been to that church about 5 or 6 times. He only knows one of the boys in that youth group a little and he thought that this trip would be a great way to get to know everyone. He signed up a couple of months ago and has been really stoked about it. I think I must have pushed it to a corner of my mind to deal with later. I actually thought I was excited for him and ready for this. Then I woke up this morning and the panic began. Tears started flowing- mine, of course. This is the first time he has been away without family. Karsten is an awesome dude, if I do say so myself. He is one of the sweetest and most thoughtful kids I have ever known! He is also very athletic. He has never been skiing before but everything he tries he usually has perfected within 5 minutes. But…..he’s not perfect. Oh, no. He is the biggest scatterbrain. So, I’m not really afraid that he’ll break a leg and it will take me 5 hours to get to him, although I know that could happen. No, my fear is more along the lines of what if he gets lost. What if he doesn’t make friends? What if he’s lonely, or gets made fun of? Who is going to remind him to grab his gloves in the morning before he leaves the hotel so he doesn’t have frost bite? Or what if he loses his gloves altogether? What if he loses his meal tickets? He loses everything!!! I think it is only natural for a mother to have this fierce desire to be there for her children, every step of the way to make sure that all goes well for them! No one wants their kid to have it rough! Don’t you remember what it was like in middle school? The embarrassing moments? I do! I can’t stand the thought of him being there without me to mother him!
I have a pretty wise husband. He provides the reason in our relationship while I provide plenty of emotions! He sweetly hugged me while I was upset and the reminded me that it is time for this. You see, I want to focus on making life easy for him but that doesn’t help him in the long run. He has to learn to be responsible. If his hands are cold for a day but he learns responsibility, won’t that be worth it?
I did-secretly- give one of the chaperones extra money this afternoon to keep in case he lost his wallet on the slopes or something. Guess what? I get a call from the laughing chaperone this evening. Apparently when they pulled over to buy dinner Karsten realized he left his wallet at home. I know it took guts for Karsten to mention it and ask if he could borrow some money. I’m sure he was embarrassed. Maybe this will be a lesson learned. While I hate that I’m not there to keep him from being uncomfortable, my husband is right. Better that he learn these lessons at 12 than at 20. So, I’m letting my baby spread his wings. It’s probably as hard for me as it is for him. No, probably harder. These are my growing pains too.