I didn’t say I was proud of it. I didn’t even say I liked it. As a matter of fact, I would really rather not admit to it. Unfortunately though, yes … I am *THAT* Mom.
See these two happy faces? One of them is my “baby” boy. The other is his darling girlfriend. ♥ Nothing wrong with that, right? Right! Except ….
I have become *that* Mom.
You know the one.
That mom who hasn’t quite figured out how to finish cutting those apron strings.
That mom who checks her children’s Facebook pages and copies all the really cute photos they post for her scrapbook. (*cough* See above!)
That Mom who has to realize that her soon-to-be college graduate is not a kid anymore, but that he’s actually a grown man who is starting a life of his own.
That mom who cries when she hears he won’t be home for Christmas, because he has somebody really special in his life … and that means splitting the holidays between the families.
That mom who can’t quite figure out how to be “Momma” to her grown children, even though she is trying really hard. *sigh*
The thing is, I don’t want to be THAT mom. I want to be the mom that smiles and says, “No problem, sweetie! We will see you when we see you!”
I want to be the mom who is fun, and cool, and quirky, and takes everything with a c’est la vie attitude. Let’s face it; I want to be the Lorelai Gilmore of Montana.
So, what to do? I have no clue, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out as I go along.
Pray for me, won’t you? One of these days, I will be somebody’s Mother-In-Law, and when that time comes, I don’t want the poor girl dreading my phone calls or visits, because I just. can’t. let. go.
And God help me, please, to never become a Marie Barone!
(Photo credit goes to Lutherhaven Ministries for this wonderful photo of the “kids” they posted on their Facebook page this summer.)