Male Bonding Weekend!

Hubby and Chris are on their Passport to Purity Weekend. I’m excited for them (excited I don’t have to do it!) I know it will be a wonderful bonding and fun time for father and son.

Before they left I had to write a letter to my son, my first born. Writing that letter I realized something I’ve known for a while, but it hadn’t sunk in.

I have five more years with him and then he’s gone, off to college. It’s mind boggling to think I’ve had 13 years with him already. They’ve been extremely tough years because my son is so much like me. Strong willed. None of the parenting books I read ever worked on helping me train him. I wish I would have never read half the ones I read and simply relied on the Holy Spirit. But I guess that’s the curse of a first born. They’re the experimental child. I was first born, and I guess someone has to be.

This year is probably the best year I’ve ever had raising my oldest. He’s matured so much (and so have I as a mom.) Though I still fall into that perfectionist mode, I’m able to pull myself out of it quicker and our relationship is growing and strengthening. He’s really a happy guy now that he’s in school and has friends. Our time homeschooling was a great learning experience, but he’s finally in an environment where he can shine.

And isn’t that all moms really want for their children. To have them in a place where they can soar. Where their self esteem is built up and where they can learn and grow in loving enironment.

I know my son will not come back from this weekend miraculousy changed, but I’m hoping this weekend will create a bond between him and his father that when the teenage years get rocky, he will know he has a firm foundation he can stand on!