The past several days have been filled with laughter, love, tears of sadness mingled with joy, hugs, hellos, goodbyes and new beginnings.
I never realized how much I would grow as a woman and a mother from having children. Having three sons, each one so different from the other - I have, with ease, grown and learned alongside them. As a parent, we do our best to support, nurture and encourage our children to find their passion, live their dreams and look at the glass as half full - no matter how challenging the times might be.
I have tears in my eyes as I write this for at this very moment I know without a doubt the sons we have brought into this world were a gift from god, for us to take care of and support - leading them each to find his passion in life and to fulfill his dreams. Their character, sense of self and the 'menschiness' of each astounds me. As I leave one son in Texas living with a young woman who I have come to adore and love, and then leave yet another son in Massachusetts, starting on his path at college and who, for the first time in his life, will be truly on his own. And, our third and youngest of the three home for a short period of three years before he too will step onto his new path and create his new life.
I look at these young men and am in awe that god created such wonderful humans through my husband and I. That we can be so proud of the character of each and know without a doubt that each in their own way will make a contribution and leave a mark on this earth by fulfilling his purpose makes my heart sing. I fondly remember the boys they were; cherish the young men that they are now and look forward to seeing them turn into fathers and husbands carrying the beliefs with them and instilling them in their own children.
I love being a mother.