Three children, twenty-five years, and one life; mine. Twenty something years ago my husband and I started a family after being married only a year and a half. Five years later the second baby came along and two years after that the last one was born to a twenty-nine year old mom.
The years have flown by in retrospect. I always heard that when it was time for the chick to leave the nest the parents would know. I did with my oldest. She was the easy one. I always had to prod her along when things did not come easy to her. I remember her having problems learning to draw a heart. She wanted to give up. Finally, she realized she could draw a side ways three with a v under it. Viola! a heart. Such was teaching her as she grew and matured. One thing after another was learned and then mastered. Then came the time for her to move out. I had no problem with it, after all, I had two more at home to take care of. She came home often too and called every day.
The second daughter moved away to college and it was a little more lonesome. However, she came home nearly every weekend. I talked to her almost every day too. She is more independent than my first one. I have every confidence that she will make things work to suit herself. She is very tender hearted and easily hurt, but she knows I am here to listen when she wants me.
Now, my baby, is getting ready to leave. Or more accurately, his sister and I are getting him ready to leave. The least mature of my children is going two hours away from me to go to school. His father and I have done the best we can to teach him, as well as his sisters, to love God and work hard to gain the things in life we need and want. I can only trust God to keep him safe and use good judgement in situations in which he will be presented.
I guess as time passes we will see what happens. My girls have blossomed into beautiful intelligent young women. Lord, I trust you to develop my son into the man you would have him be.