Leaving the Nest

I've been pondering this subject for a LONG time.  Even during our previous term in Argentina, did I dwell on the fact that my oldest was growing up.  There were many benchmarks along the way, moments that I knew that this would be the last time that we would do certain things that had become daily, weekly or even yearly rituals shared as a family.  I would inwardly grieve each benchmark, knowing that the dynamics of our family would soon change.

Family has always been important to me.  I was the oldest of two children growing up in my parent's home in northern California.  I was somewhat adventuresome and enjoyed spending my summers with my grandparents and my aunts and uncles.  I loved the great outdoors of northern California with it's pine covered mountains and pristine lakes, but there was something about the big city that lured me during those summer visits.  I didn't think twice about leaving home during those summers; it was an adventure.  I eventually left home upon graduation to live with my aunt and uncle in the big city.  Later I moved nearly 2,000 miles away to attend Bible college in Iowa.

Most children never realize the emotional turmoil their parents suffer when "leaving the nest."  I didn't.  I knew what I felt as a young girl leaving home, excitement and adventure overshadowed by a few painful moments as I waved goodbye to my parents.  I never fully comprehended their loss, until now.

Recently I was sharing these thoughts with my own mom and dad.  Mom reminded me of those summers long ago when I would leave home to spend my break with extended family.  She told me how she grieved those summers and then later when I left for college, she said, "It was the saddest time of my life".

Life has now come full circle.  "Leaving the nest" is bittersweet.  I recognize the spirit of adventure has been passed down to my son and I would never want to pull him back to the safety of the nest.  I have taught him everything that I know to prepare him for this adventure and he is ready to take flight.  For this I give God the glory!  Yes, I'm sad to see him go, I cannot deny the feelings, but mostly . . .  I'm PROUD.