Right now, I just came off Facebook reviewing all the back to school pictures that I missed this week……taking Facebook off my phone has been AMAZEBALLS, y’all. Truly. So freeing. Anyway, I was perusing. So fun to see how much my friends kiddos have grown.
I was NOT prepared for all of the first year of college send off pics that filled my feed. One after another. I see those smiley faces, bags, dorms, full trunks and I know this is what we do. We grow them up and send them off. It is the circle of life. And I just want to cry. Just a few minutes, a nice big cry in my bathroom, cathartic and snotty and be done.
And then our oldest turned 19 this week and since he nevers lets me take his picture anymore without a crazy face, I posted a throwback to about 12 years old and I’m dying all over again.
Then our almost 17 yo stayed at a friends after the football game last night and I’m just wanting to shackle them all to their rooms. Forever. And hug them and kiss them and squeeze them tight. But I guess that would be weird. So. I won’t.
Top it off with the fact that I am on Day 3 of the St. Monica novena for our kids and the spiritual attacks are real. I was truly mean and grumpy last night. Embarrasingly so. I owe my kids an apology. Already gave one to the Hubs. And the dreams last night. So vivid. So haunting. So nerve wracking and I know right where they are coming from. Thereby doubling up the prayers for all (and if you could offer up a few for me that’d be greatly appreciated!).
Anyway. Father Time, cut the crap and slow this train down. I’m just here trying to enjoy the journey!
Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.