This week has been a little emotional for us as one of our children was in a serious car accident. She is fine, thank goodness, and the only loss was Kermit, her little green car. (My boyfriend’s daughter Carleigh). It could have been worse, and I don’t even want to think about that part.
I sigh with a heavy heart, because this is not the first time we’ve been touched with car accidents. My son, Chase, who is in the Army, rolled his dodge about three years ago, going about 70 mph. Luckily, the only loss we received then was the car, and he managed to walk away with scraps and bruises. As Carleigh told me today “Car is replaceable, I’m not.” This is so true.
As mothers and fathers, it is so difficult to give our children their wings, especially when we know there is so much out there that can go wrong. I am stressing right now because my middle child, Calle is going to Ft. Bragg to pick up her brother in a couple of days, and then they both are traveling to Houston to be with their father and sister for Christmas. I am afraid of giving them their wings, because it is the first time they will be traveling such a great distance by themselves. But, I know there comes a time when this mother hen must let go, and it seems that time is now.
So this Christmas, my biggest gift to my children is going to be their wings. I will have to just sit back, watch and hope that they fly straight, and miss all the obstacles that could hurt them.