And life goes on……
Before you realize it’s more than twenty years…. The family has grown too and
the tiny mite is a young adult with a sibling who is also ready to fly! When
the first one left home, it was traumatic (at least for me!) For seventeen
years I had looked after, guided, advised and had gone through every physical
and emotional ups and downs and now the “wicked” world would lay down an
obstacle course for my ‘delicately nurtured princess’. Every time I heard of
the slightest pain, I would feel like leaving everything and rushing over to
take care but swallowing desire and knowing that one day she would have to be
responsible for her life, I didn’t! I feel proud of myself and especially
of her as I see her manage her life and kick all the obstacles on her path.
It’s that time again now when her sibling will leave home to take up the reins of her life. I thought I am mature, having gone through all the gamut of emotions, I would (I was sure!) be a very sophisticated mother and let go with grace and dignity. In fact one mother who will be leaving her first child said, “For you it will be a cake walk, you have already let go once!” I am sure even if you have ten, letting go each time will be as difficult as the first time!
There is still time before she leaves home but the
familiar emotions have started crowding in. Yes, the planning and scheduling
does distract you during the day but the nights are dark and long and all the
bogeys in the world come crowding in and it’s very uncomfortable.
The positive thing is this is a phase and it will get
over sooner or later. Just wish its sooner than later! The whole world I feel
is looking down at me with a superior smile. The older ones, having forgotten
their past emotions, must be saying “Oh! It’s no great deal”, the younger ones
also, in their ignorance, saying “Oh! It’s no big deal” Will I also be doing
this, ten years from now? If I do, someone remind me of this blog and the
superior smile will be arrested on my lips.
I must not forget to mention the fathers here. Though I have no idea what they
go through but I am sure it is equally if not more stressful for them.
They have to put up ‘the stiff upper lip’ bravado and be ‘a man’ while we
mothers have the luxury of giving way and being accepted as such.
While the baby books record their milestones for posterity, there is no life book to record our milestones of parenthood! Letting go is a milestone. We cross it and rarely look back (except with affection) and go on to the next milestone.
Happy parents’ day should also be celebrated separately!


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