Right now Brave means to be ok with the fact that my oldest child, 10 years old, is going to be packing for her first flight alone to go spend a week with her grandparents thousands of miles away in a few short days.
Brave is her strength and excitement.
Brave is this momma's heart that will be waiting on baited breathe for her return to our home and walls a week later.
Brave is not showing her how sad I am she is going although super excited for her adventure at the same time.Motherhood is hard.
Brave is stepping back and letting her adventure unfold and letting go. Letting her live and experience the adventure on her own. I know this will be the first of many trips this wonderful little explorer will experience in her lifetime and I will be able to look back and say it all started when...
She is growing up so fast, into such a beautiful lady inside and out. Brave is knowing that God has her and he too is shaping her, and although she will be out of my sight I am giving up my control to completely have her in God's hands and control for while she is out of my care.
She is going to have the most amazing time. I just can't believe our count down has gotten to such low single digit numbers so fast.
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7 comments:
The courage it takes to trust God with our children. You are brave. Thank you for sharing your heart!
Oh, sister! My oldest girl just turned 10 and so I know these emotions that you are feeling. I too want my girl to be bold and brave and explore this beautiful world, BUT... :) Motherhood is indeed a challenge. Thanks for your example of bravery!
Wonderful post.
You are a brave mama, Lynds! I am so impressed! Motherhood is challenging for sure! I'm excited to hear about this little gal's travel tales. I know she will be so excited.
Aww I can't wait to hear all about her awesome trip! So brave of her!! Xoxo
I stayed with my grandmother for a couple of weeks when I was 10 (or maybe I was 9. Yes, I think I was 9). I didn't fly alone though, she was with me. I don't remember the flight I just remember being nervous about being without my parents for so long.
I love the new look up in these parts!
I also love the post just before this.
I don't have children, but I can relate to how hard it is to let go. I hope she has an awesome trip and returns with many exciting tales.
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