© 2011 mikeandbrynne

Letting Go



Occasionally,  you have moments that cause you to look at your children in a different light and recognize how quickly time is passing and how independent they are becoming.  You hope that you have taught them well and that they will remember the minutia of details we attempt to cram into their heads.  Today I watched Taylor navigate through the crowds and airport personnel at the security gate.  Obviously, Taylor has flown countless times.  He is proficient in all the airport rules: he knows to empty his pockets, take off his shoes, and remove liquids.  Due to repeated exposure he is well aware of where to check monitors and who to show his ticket and passport to.   He has even flown by himself several times before, but he has now crossed into the threshold where I can no longer walk him to the gate.  Now my job is to watch from a distance and hope that he remembers what he has been taught.  Through the crowds of people I caught glimpses of him as he negotiated his way through the system.  I could recognize over the tops of heads that he was being stopped at security and that they were going through his backpack (we tease Taylor that he is ALWAYS the one that gets stopped for something).  The mom in me wanted to know what was going on (for a moment I almost wished he had the cellphone he has been begging for…….sorry Taylor it was only a fleeting thought), how I could help and who I needed to talk to, but luckily I was able to squelch the urge and realize that he had been taught all he needed to know.  The execution was up to him.  How true to life and parenting this concept is.  It is essential for us to be proactive–to teach, to testify, to practice, to encourage, and then to let them have opportunities to try to put these principles into place on their own.  When his fiasco was over I saw him look back give he a reassuring smile, a thumbs up and a final wave.  As he turned to go I had a vision of the same boy a few years older turning back to wave as he left on bigger missions and experiences.  I watched him, skateboard tucked under one arm, boarding pass in another slowly fade through the crowd.  My mom instinct screamed out to remind him not to skateboard in the terminal, but I resisted the urge, turned around and LET GO.