Being a mother has been one of the brightest spots of my life. There have been many hard parts to mothering two boys, one with ADHD, and the other on the autism spectrum, but over the years, those hard spots have brought about joy, because both they and I have learned so much.
My boys are now 19 and 17. My 17 year old will be 18 in just a few short months. My 19 year old will be 20 on August. Where has all of the time gone. It seems like just yesterday I was holding them in my arms. I think that the hardest thing for me as a mother has been letting go... My oldest is grown now, and I hardly ever see him. My youngest is still quite dependent on me, and I wonder if he will ever be ready to fly on his own. When the time comes, I know it will be even harder to let go of him.
I miss having my oldest son around, but I knew this time would come. Why does it have to be so hard? God knows my heart, and he will hold me tight, and help me through this transition. It's time to let him fly... I know that God will help me let both of my son's fly when it's the right time. They grow up so fast. Did I do this mothering thing right...? I hope so.
