My husband and I held each other and cried more than I think we have in nearly 22 years of marriage.
We left our son Nick alone in his dorm room far from home after nurturing and loving him for 18 years. Our little boy is now a tall, responsible young man facing life on his own. Yes, it’s what good parents everywhere dream of and want for their kids -- to become independent adults who fly from our arms into a world where they can make their own mark. But still, the tears come -- for me, mainly because I now know from painful personal experience that there is a certain brevity to childhood. Those wild and wonderful days have vanished forever.
I thank God for the five years we home-schooled, for the opportunity I had to work from a home office, and for the fact that my husband has always put family ahead of work. I’m grateful for the nights I said prayers with Nick and tucked him into bed, for the hours spent helping with homework, listening to teenage rants, attending endless track meets and for watching him learn from his mistakes. Basically, I’m thankful for every second I spent with my boy. It’s still difficult to see him go.
It doesn’t help a bit that we went through this just one year ago when we left our first son, Drew, at college. In fact, this time is worse -- there are now two empty beds and two sons whose laughter I won’t hear around the house anymore. Nick and Drew’s childish antics and boyhood ways are gone. What remains are the memories and one precious 15-year-old daughter who is probably a bit nervous about all the attention she will be getting. (It’s kind of funny, in a sad sort of way.) I’ve promised myself that I will continue to give her the gradually increasing amount of freedom teens need -- but I’ve also vowed anew that I won’t let modern society dictate what that means.
It’s all too easy to let the modern culture blind us to the importance of spending time with our children. But it’s crucial that we make that time -- not merely so we can fashion some pleasant memories, but so we can raise our kids to soar above the toxic culture that I detail in my book, Home Invasion, and to become the men and women God intends for them to be.
Most parents work hard to provide their children with the necessities and plenty of other “things.” My goodness, the average American child has more gadgets, toys and disposal income than any generation in history. But it’s critical that you stop and reflect on what might be missing in their lives -- the most important physical “thing” to their development: you.
Rand Paul on NSA: “I Believe What You Do on Your Cell Phone is None of Their Damn Business” | Daniel Doherty
Devastating: 90 Percent of Uninsured Haven't Signed Up For Obamacare, Most Cite High Costs | Guy Benson