Posted on October 8, 2012 by Cheryl Dickow
I glanced at the clock when I heard my husband say to my oldest son, ?Call me when you get home.?
?Where is he?? I asked.
When my husband replied, ?He?s on his way home from work,? my stomach began churning. Not the hunger-type churn but the worried-mother-type churn. Our son had purchased a home just months before and was still getting a handle on things but between work and other demands, it wasn?t easy. My husband and I?and his brothers?had all helped out with painting, cutting the lawn, some electrical and lighting things and so on.
It took all our willpower (my husband?s and mine) not to completely take over, but to just be available to help if and as needed. We wanted to take care of our son, get him set up in his new house. Mostly, I wanted?needed, really?to know that he was ?okay? and that he wouldn?t be overwhelmed by the demands on new home ownership.
The point of the call was to set up a date and a time that my husband would be able to come and help with another task. To hear that my son wasn?t yet home from work for the day brought me to full attention. My brain went into mother-calculation mode. It is the only time my brain can do any math. Okay, he started his day with the sunrise and will end it with the sunset. Given he needs to now cook himself dinner?that means he?s operating on five hours of sleep. By now my stomach is in full blown acrobatic action. I?m talking Flying Wallendas. I?m worried about what he will make himself for dinner and want to drive the 25 minutes away to greet him with warm food.
Every cell in my body is aching to go take care of him. The show on the television in front of me no longer has meaning. I can hear the words but don?t understand them as my mind creates a plan to get dinner to my son. My body sits on the couch but it is imagining the scenario in which I will feed my son. I want to bi-locate like never before.
Of course I know that this won?t happen?neither the bi-locating nor the actual delivery of food. I know that I have to let my son be and let him learn and grow. I know what my job is now?even as I ache to tuck him in just one last time.
I am so proud of him that sometimes I find myself crying. They are tears that remember that little boy who loved to sit and watch Mr. Rogers and eat dry Cheerios. They are tears that recall the day he received his college acceptance letter. Tears rim my eyes when I think about my son going off on his first job interview. My tears are those of gratitude that God has allowed me to know this incredible young man?an amazing son, a giving brother, a loving grandson?and has allowed me to be part of his journey.
Copyright 2012 Cheryl Dickow?
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About Cheryl Dickow, Author Of This Post
Cheryl Dickow is a Catholic wife, mother, author and speaker. Cheryl?s newest book is Wrapped Up: God?s Ten Gifts for Women which is co-authored with Teresa Tomeo and is published by Servant (a division of Franciscan Media); there is also a companion journal that accompanies the book and an audio version intended for women?s studies or for individual reflection. Cheryl?s titles also include the woman?s inspirational fiction book Elizabeth: A Holy Land Pilgrimage. Elizabeth is available in paperback or Kindle format. Her company is Bezalel Books where her goal is to publish great Catholic books for families and classrooms that entertain while uplifting the Catholic faith and is located at www.BezalelBooks.com. To invite Cheryl to speak at your event, write her at Cheryl@BezalelBooks.com or phone her at 248.917.3865.
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Source: http://catholicmom.com/2012/10/08/bi-location-and-other-necessary-motherhood-skills/
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