Last weekend I took my first trip away from my daughters. I went to see my best friend of 26 years. I was so excited to go, and I was way overdue for a break. However, I was so conflicted. The last thing I wanted to do was leave my girls. So the night before I left I was talking with Greg about what he and the girls would do while I was away. He told me he thought about taking the girls to see the ducks…then SHE emerged…MOMZILLA!
“What!?! You are going to take the girls to see the ducks for the first time without me?”
I was on the verge of tears. How dare he want to have a “first” with them by himself. That should be something we do as a family. WHOA! What just happened? When did I turn into a smother mother? Greg doesn’t get a lot of “firsts” with them. Why couldn’t I just be happy and excited?
After processing it I realized, this is just the tip of the iceberg. My daughters are going to experience so much, that I won’t be a part of…and that is okay. It is a completely healthy and beautiful part of growing up. I just did not think it would begin this soon. In the end, they did see the ducks, and Lydia went into the pond after a duck.She doesn’t quite realize that just because Jesus walked on water, doesn’t mean that she can, too. They had a wonderful “first” with daddy and I couldn’t be happier.
