Man that song sure rings true.
My son – the fourth and final Field – turned 18 last week.
While all four of my now adult children still live and home and there is much more parenting-of-adults ahead, it feels different.
But, ah, the memories.
Singing “puppies are cuddly” with passion and fervor.
Being constitutionally unable to sit still at the dining table.
Running, spinning and catching fireflys.
Wearing a yellow construction hat and climbing on the yellow tractor when the men repaired the street in front of the house.
They seem like yesterday.
Now it’s college considerations and driving the family car.
It’s a time of change for mom, too. While they still require energy and prayer, I am free to pursue interests that were put aside to pursue the main calling of the season – mothering.
It’s been my joy and privilege.
Oh, what adventure lies ahead for you, my dear son.
I’ll always love you.
I’ll always pray for you.