Today was a day for working on the secret wedding things and Lily came over with the boys and we worked some together and we passed Gibson around and Boppy played with Owen and we got a few things done. I am still moving rather slowly and so is Mr. Moon. He ate a tuna sandwich from the Subway today for lunch and his stomach did not approve. I ate two of last night's sweet potato oat bran muffins for my lunch and my stomach feels fine.
It has been the most beautiful day, but a little chilly. Owen wanted to watch some Little Mermaid and he got up on the guest room bed and wanted all the covers and he and his grandfather watched a little while but then he wanted to do a puzzle and so The Little Mermaid was abandoned and they also found four beautiful eggs and played outside.
I can't believe how much his looks are changing. He is growing from baby to boy so fast. Almost too fast. I look at his face and I see a beauty there that I can hardly believe. It's a different sort of beauty, and yes, his longer hair is part of it and he doesn't want his hair cut and so his mama and his daddy are letting him be about it. I am proud of them for that. Especially Jason. As with everything about that man, I am incredibly impressed by the way he fathers his sons. He is a good, gentle man. And he is a good husband, as well. A mother could not wish more for her daughter, not in a million years.
I look back on the times when my children dated people whom I could not warm to and there was part of me that thought, Oh, Lord. No. And there were times I wanted to step in front of them with a whistle and put it to my lips and blow sharp, shrill notes of warning.
This is not your true love! Let this person go!
And I did not because I remembered my younger days. I remembered some of the boys I dated. I cringed a little and then I realized that I had learned something from each of them, even if the lesson was simply, "No, not this type of person."
And I am not one bit sorry for not getting involved in that way.
I am glad I have trusted my kids to find their way down each path they have set their feet to.
Well, that's all I have to say tonight. Just that if you are the mother of kids who are making choices that you, from the perspective of your age and years would not necessarily make, it is not necessarily your job to lecture, to hector, to warn. It is your job to love your child and trust that he or she will figure it out, just as you did. To let things take their own course. To trust that maybe your child will end up with a knowledge that far surpasses anything you may have been able to impart with words.
Trust. Love. Encourage. Support.
And to be patient and accept with wonder as to how things turn out.
That and maybe avoid the Subway tuna sandwich.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon