Sometimes it is hard to be a mom. It’s hard watch my child struggle to learn a new skill or simply listen to him cry. It’s hard to not whisk him up, wrap him in my arms and gently whisper ‘everything will be okay’. It’s hard to let him grow and learn on his own, but deep down I know I need to.
I know that it’s the hard things in life, the things we don’t think we can do, the things that make us struggle, that define us. It’s times and experiences like these that builds character. And I want him to have character.
I also want him to be secure. I want him to be confident. I want to instill independence, yet I want him to know I will always be there if he needs me. I want him to know he is loved unconditionally. I want him to know the value of hard work. I want him to know that when things get difficult, and inevitably they will, perseverance will get him through.
Over the last 8 months I have wondered if I have the necessary skills to be a good parent. Now, I wonder if my skin is thick enough and my heart strong enough to let him struggle to do things on his own? I know there will be times it will be me, not him, who will have to gain confidence to let him do those difficult things.
So, I will let him cry himself to sleep. I will let him feed himself and make a mess of it. I will let him fall down and get up again. I will let him struggle to learn new things. I will let him learn that people aren’t always nice and things don’t always turn out the way we want them to.
I will let him do these hard things, but will always be there to give encouragement, wipe tears and counsel him. It won’t be easy, but I can do it because I know these hard things will one day be good for him and we’ll both be stronger for it.