Dedicated to moms. Sent his sons to adulthood.
When he was born into the world, you could not move away from the joyful shock for a long time. Here it is before you: tiny, alive, real - your son. Funny smacking of lips, looking expressive eyes, awkwardly turns the arms and legs. You know that his condition is entirely dependent on you: get up at night, feed, swaddle. Feel it like yourself.
Here he whimpers when he goes to kindergarten, because he does not want to part with you: big, warm, beloved, dear. In the evening, when you return home, he asks why the moon walks down the street with you at the same time, why the cat says “meow”, why dad coughs, and grandmother wears glasses before his eyes.
Here are his screaming little eyes in front of you when he goes to school for the first time and he has to sit at his desk all day long when he wants to go for a walk. The first bruise, a friend at a party with a hole in the toe. Computer games: simple at first, then with a complex plot that you cannot understand. Time flies disastrously fast. Buying a phone, the first SMS from a girl: “What are you doing?”
And the years ran - ran. For you they were like one day, and for your son they were filled with a huge amount of events, experiences, personal growth, deeds for the sake of love, self-affirmation, proof that he deserves all the best.
Last call ... you fix his tie. Presentation of the certificate. Your tears, son, teachers. Call in the army. The tense expression of his face - it says that he is ready to withstand any test. Your heart is breaking, but you know that it is strong, fair, kind. He will cope.
Worse, hollow cheeks, hungry eyes ... Such he comes from the army. In a couple of months, he introduces you to Valia, in three - to Tanya. You only have time to get used to the fact that they change too often, as the son says to you: “I will marry Ole”.
You understand: he goes, goes, goes ... Not slamming the door in the hearts, not into the unknown, not from what he hates. He goes to her, to the one that will be near, who will straighten the tie on his shirt and feed him breakfast. You will have to accept the fact that the son has gone into adulthood.
Do not interfere. Do not knock at his door every day, do not check how she prepares him breakfast, lunch and dinner, do not blame HER, if the girl has something that still does not work because of lack of experience. She is as she is, and her son loves her. So love HER as your child loves.
The son has always appreciated and appreciates in you strength, kindness, love, wisdom. Do not deceive his expectations. Do not turn into a grumbling, wicked old woman who demands a glass of water every day. This is not only stupid. This is suicidal for you and deadly for your son. Let yourself and him be happy.