My friends, can I talk about the irony or motherhood for just a moment?
We love our children so much and want nothing more than for them to feel completely loved and grow up to be confident, compassionate and thriving adults. But I've come to a bump in my motherhood journey where I'm struggling with keeping my kids in their comfort zones versus pushing them a bit outside of it in hopes to build their confidence and allow them to grow even more.
Even though my little ones are still very young and I know this is only the tip of the iceberg of "letting go," it's tearing me up a bit inside. Between Luke starting his last year of preschool before kindergarten, Jett attending his first year of preschool and organized sports (whoa, I had no idea how competitive T-Ball could be), I feel like I just wanna grab my little sweethearts, bring them back to the nest and never, ever let them go.
But I know I can't.
As much as I worry about them being outside of their comfort zone, I remind myself how resilient children are and how absolutely curious they are about life in general. I wonder if maybe it's just me that's out of my comfort zone. How quickly they grow and how quickly we, as mothers, must allow them to fly.
