This Season of Motherhood Feels Different…

 



When I became a mom, I read all the baby books. I knew what swaddling was, had a list of puree combinations, and could recite sleep schedules like it was nobody’s business. There was so much guidance for those early years. Mom Groups. Playdates. Milestone charts.

But no one told me what it would feel like to watch your baby walk into high school soccer practice with half the team driving themselves or how it feels when your eighth grader is now giving you tech tips and reminding you of the latest trends. No one prepares you for the feelings you get  to have to be on your tippee toes to give your kids a hug and kiss because you are now the shortest one in the family.

This week, school starts again. My oldest begins high school, and my youngest starts his final year of middle school. It’s a beautiful, bittersweet milestone. One that makes me pause.

In five short years, both of them will be in college.

And the day-to-day rhythm that has defined motherhood for me, waking them up, making breakfast, packing lunches, helping with homework, driving to practice, will be gone. Not overnight, but quietly, gradually, as they become more independent.

I find myself learning a new role now. It’s no longer just about doing things for them. It’s about teaching them how to do things on their own with character, with confidence, with grace.

Letting them become themselves while still trying to guide them… it’s one of the most delicate balancing acts I’ve ever known.

I wasn’t prepared for this part of motherhood. The part where you start letting go, even while holding space for all the moments that brought you here.

If you’re in this season too, just know you’re not alone. It’s okay to be sad and excited at the same time. You’re growing too.

 

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