I have been pondering something the last few days. I have been thinking about my children.
I have a certain attitude towards my kids. I understand that this is a common feeling among parents. I have tended to think of my children as just that – children. I have all the memories of their childhood. I remember all the times when they asked me for help, when Momma had the answers that they needed.
Even tho they are grown, I still have those memories that color our every interaction. I still have the feeling of “Momma knows best.”
At least, until a few days ago.
I had the opportunity of visiting my oldest son’s work. He is the assistant manager of a store chain that I frequent on a regular basis. I was passing through his town, heading home from a business trip. I stopped off to say hi, and to pick up a couple of things. As I am just the mother, I got to wait while he assisted other customers.
I watched him answering questions, directing people to what they needed, competent, confident, and assured.
And I had a sudden thought – When did our roles reverse?
I was waiting for him – to ask for his advice and instruction. When did that start happening? When did that young boy, who came to me asking for help and directions, morph into the young man, that now I was asking for help and instruction? Wasn’t it only yesterday that he was seven? Twelve?
No. That was years ago.
There are still subjects that my son will ask for feedback on, or information, or even help. But now there are just as many times that I turn to him, for his expertise on something.
He isn’t a boy anymore. He has grown to a man.