So I was having a light hearted conversation with a good
friend this week. As always, the topic
of our children came up and evolved into talking about the moment the “Y” went
away.
Before I continue, please know that the moral of this story
is not about being a mom. It’s about acceptance.
Now, back to the moment the “Y” went away. As my daughter
grew up, I recognized one day that the “Y” went away and now I was MOM.
I actually felt some kind of way about that. I said, oh no, what is really
happening and is this “that” moment everyone has warned me about as we were
headed into the teen years. I truly had to “accept” that my daughter was
growing up and maturing and that it was her time to remove the “Y”.
Sometimes it can be hard to accept the change of others
based on comfort and simply because you are used to the way things have always
been. One can easily get stuck in where another person was versus where a person chooses to be in the present and where
the person is trying to go. Change is a beautiful thing...we all learn, grow and
evolve and we all yearn for the past to be the past. For me, the moment “Y”
went away symbolized growth. While tough at first, I quickly moved on and embraced the absence
of “Y”.
When I finished the conversation with my friend...which was actually quite hysterical by the
way, my friend Karen said, you should write about that!
