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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

My Private Mama Moment.

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It’s getting closer that my husband and I have to move our oldest son for medical school.  Time went by too fast.  It wasn’t long ago that he was a child.  A child that knew he wanted to be a doctor.  I found a letter I had written to him when he was 10 yrs old and in that letter I wrote that he was going to be such a great doctor.  And we are just about at that phase as he starts a new chapter in life. Unbelievable, but he is starting medical school already.  Time just went by too fast.  The tears have been flowing this evening.  There will be an empty spot when we eat dinner.  It’s tough to let go of your children.  I know I’m not the first mother who goes thru this.  How did you get thru this? 

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I think the only way for me to get thru this is by holding on to the LORD.    I gotta keep telling myself   “He’ll only be a phone call away.”  That’s what we keep telling him. 
“We’ll only be a phone call away.” And… “We’ll be just a plane flight away”   Whew I gotta stay strong. 

Sandra

13 comments:

marty39 said...

Oh I do so remember the pain you are now going through. It is so hard to let them spread their wings and fly away, but what a blessing too to see them so grown, strong, capable and smart. I know you are proud, and your heart will be heavy for a while, but now just starts a new phase of being a parent. God Bless, and congratulations to him. Hugs, Marty P.S. Thanks so much for stopping by my TT and leaving such kind and gracious comments. I really do appreciate it.

Rebecca said...

I nearly died when my son left home. Then...we my beautiful girl went away to college I was truly lost and cried for days. Somehow...it the midst of the longing for their physical presence I realized and accepted I'd done my best to raise them and I had to trust God for a positive outcome for their future. I'd carried them safely under my wing for years and the time had come for me to allow them to soar.

Soar they did. I'm so proud. Our son is 27 and our girl 24. Both are MY JOY. My merriment comes from an obedient heart...I raised them in the ways of the Lord and now that they are a bit older they never fail to honor me (and their Dad) with both their words and their presence.

God is Good! All the Time!

Blessings to you sweetie as your beautiful young man learns how to spread his wings and fly solo...

xoRebecca

mythoughtsmyvoice said...

Oh wow! That letter should be treasured!

Oh Sandra I hope you won't be as sad much. You're right, he is just a phone call and a plane flight away. God will be there for him always.

You must be having mixed feelings right now - both happy and sad. Happy and so proud that your son grew into a fine young man and who will someday be a full fledged doctor. And sad because he's already grown up, and will be away for most of the times.

Li

Cass @ That Old House said...

You are about to start a whole new phase, as Marty says. My 2 girls both attended college within 90 minutes of our home -- so my wrench with that was not bad.

But last year, my older daughter accepted a PhD fellowship program at a California university. All the way across the country.

I flew out with her a year ago to help her get settled, and to see for myself where she would be living, and she came home several times over the course of this year, for holidays, family wedding, sister's graduation -- but I know that as the years go by those visits home will be fewer.

She will be in CA for at least another 4 years, and then who knows where she will go to find work?

Yes, I do miss her. that doesn't go away. And I hate that she is 3000 miles away and not 80 miles away like undergrad years.

But I'm proud that she is pursuing a dream, and has become such an independent young woman -- and thank goodness for computers; it's how we stay in touch. That, and text messaging!

Phone calls were frequent, now less so. We give our kids roots, and also wings... to fly away. If our kids CAN fly away, and do well, it's a testament to good parenting.

Pat yourself on the back, put on a brave face for your son to see -- try not to make him see you cry! -- and try something new for yourself. For me, it was moving to another house... and blogging!

Now I've got a 2nd daughter heading off next month to grad school. . . but she will only be one hour away. Whew.

Good luck! So many of us Moms feel your pain. but it is better to miss him, than to say, "Oh thank GOODNESS he's out of my hair!"

Sorry for the long comment... got carried away!

Cass

ginny said...

Oh Sandra, I cried for weeks when my daughter moved into her own apartment closer to the hospital where she is a nurse. I had to fill her bedroom with different furniture first of all,thanks to my sister who was downsizing, and gave me a bedroom set. Then I took a deep breath, and gave her to the Lord to watch over for me. I can feel your pain, but just want to say, it will not last. Be happy for him and pat yourself on the back for raising such a wonderful son!

blushing rose said...

Despite the accepting each child must take that giant step into adulthood, I cried for days on end before I got ahold of myself ... I still do not like the 'empty nest' syndrome one bit.

I had to have faith that they would continue to walk in the path they were taught & directed all those years. I prayed for them to be safe & do well.

Now mind you, mine are 47, 46 & 45. I am proud of them, I love love them AND I still miss them terribly ...

May your son have many blessings in his life steps forward. He is only a phone call away ... Hugs, TTFN ~Marydon

The Quintessential Magpie said...

Sandra, hang onto the Lord, and He won't fail you. He never does. I know how proud you are of your son, and now your job is to pray him through his medical training. I am fully convinced that more is wrought by praying mothers than this world ever even suspects. And it's okay to cry, but don't forget to dance for joy before the Lord, too.

XO,

Sheila

Shannon said...

You should be proud! I admire anyone who would go to school for longer than 4 years of college! :)

Manuela@Pleasures of Homemaking said...

You must be so proud of him! I know little of how you feel. My daughter will be graduating HS early this year so this fall is her last semester.

Manuela

Mary said...

Hi again, Sandra, I just left a comment on your wheel barrel post, but then noticed that you mentioned painting your bench the same color. My vote is YES! I love that Pistachio green!

debbie said...

Dear Sandra,
First, I wanted to say thank you so very much for praying for my daughter Amy...I am tracing all 85 people that went to my sister, Sherry's blog when she called for angels to pray for Amy.
I cried for days when Amy went to college and then 7 years later my only son went to college....as a mother and them being at home I could still somewhat protect them but you see I loved having my children at home....I didn't want to see them rush off but I knew they needed to fly to do that which God created them to do....we so need good Doctors and God Bless Your Son for wanting to be a Dr.....it is very hard, tedious work. I will be praying for him every day that he is away at school...I have shed those painful tears but no one can really ever know how another one feels.
I joined as a follower of your blog and I hope you will want to join mine.
angel hugs
debbie

Ldy ~~ Dy said...

First of all.. congrats to you and your husband for keeping your son on track to reach this great achievement! It is hard letting them go...but he will continue to make you proud and you can hold on to that! (and the phone when you are talking to him! Te He! :) Stay strong and God Bless!

Sue said...

Dear Sandra- So helpful to me to find a couple of blogosphere friends who are going through the same thing. I took my son last year, and while many had told me that that ride home was horrible, noone mentioned that it felt like something physically ripped. On Thursday of this week I take my next one- my daughter who is my kindred spirit. I hope you have good friends and family members who will let you cry as long and as often as you want. I will hold you in my heart. sue