I stood in the kitchen doing his dishes while he carefully re-sculpted a clay figure for the final scene of his movie and told me stories of things he’s learned on the internet. I should have made him do his own chores. But it’s the last week of me listening to everything and nothing each day. It’s the last week before I send my baby off into the world as a growed-up human. And I’m savoring every moment.
Our job as moms is to work ourselves out of a job. I’ve said that for years. Let me tell you, knowing and doing are quite different in this case. I’m learning from other moms in my life with kids older than mine that it’s not quite the whole picture. In the best of worlds, they will still need us. They just need us differently.
I’m sending this child off to film school over 13 hours away. So many what-ifs have plagued me since he chose this school. But my doubts are a little quieter since I heard God whisper to my heart that this was the school for him. I know it’s the right place. He will do amazing studying film and screenwriting. He has been interested in making movies his whole life. He will make friends, have fun, and go amazing places. Those are my hopes for him.