The kids are gone on a trip with the grandparents.
Wa-hoo, you might think. Sleep late. Watch TV. Eat junk food.
But for me, it brings sadness. Every time my children leave, it is another cut in the parental umbilical cord. It's the sad process of letting go, of realizing that, while they slip away from me and become independent adults, I will still worry about them. The mothering cord is never cut.
So the folks flew in a couple of days ago to take the kids on a grandparents/grandchildren adventure to Yellowstone. I'm very lucky my parents are healthy and able to take my children on trips.
But I awoke at 2:30 a.m. in a panic and stayed awake for the rest of the night, worrying futilely about things I have no control over anyway: the safety of my kids' travels, how they will behave, and if they will be homesick.
I thought for a fleeting moment about praying, and I understand why so many mothers have prayed for their children in the long, dark night. There is no medicine for the sick feeling that your babies are at the mercy of nature and society. There is no cure for the heartache of watching something you created and loved so intensely take flight and fly away from the safety of you.
Children outgrow us so fast. They leave us behind holding only their memories and an obselete safety net.
Where are we going?
Do you believe in God?
It makes me feel so insignificant
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I recently heard of a case in which an upstart business owner had to have a sample of his product tested by a licensing authority to ensure it had enough bacteria of a certain type. The sample failed since the trial test showed the product did not have sufficient bacteria. The barely established business owner felt powerless and got very worried. Being religious, he prayed for the bacteria to multiply as rapidly as possible so that the follow-up test the next day would not fail. As it turned out, the follow-up test showed positive results and the business eventually became a major success nationwide. The business owner attributed the success of his business to that particular prayer early on which apparently increased the bacteria count in the test sample.
However, taking into consideration, for example, that the business eventually affected the lives of numerous employees, shareholders, customers, and all associated with them—including me writing and you presently reading about it—I doubt strongly that it was the prayers that multiplied the bacteria. Chances are, it was nothing supernatural—the bacteria count grew most likely due to normal, natural causes.
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