Why does “letting your kids go” seem so painful and yet so right?
As I write this post, a book sits on my desk, it’s title reminding me of what I’m going through right now: Hold me close, Let me go, by Adair Lara.
Jordan is my youngest son and I have to let him do this. I’m scared to let him go, however, these are purely selfish reasons. He’s excited about changing schools and looks forward to the challenging environment he shall be facing.
A shaved head, no cell phone, no personal laptop, strict hours, uniform, clean rooms, two hours of study hall per night, leadership training, sports, half an hour of free-time, and he’s excited. It was his choice, and with the school system changing, (unfortunately for the worse in California, due to a bankrupt state,) I think he will get more attention and a better education at NMMI. We’ve already received a letter from his education counselor asking us to keep in touch with all his teachers. They are all available for forty-five minutes every morning before school starts.
As I look at the role of parents I ask myself the following:
- What is our goal?
- How do we measure success?
- Is there a specific time when parenting ends?
What do you think?
My definition of parenting is:
Parenting is like balancing on a tightrope: it requires constant adjustments, even when your child is no longer a child, but a parent like you.
Bye, Jordan. I love you and wish you all the best in your new life away from home.