Saying goodbye is never an easy thing and I am finding myself saying those words or learning to let go a lot lately.
I said goodbye to Owen as he confidently walked into his pre-school classroom. He asked, "You are really going to leave me here alone at the school?" I said yes and he responded, "Cool." Where has my clingy toddler gone?
I am slowing saying goodbye to our home. We move on Saturday, but have been in the process for about a week. As each room becomes empty, I realize that saying goodbye to all of the memories within these walls hurts. This was our first home, I have rocked both of my babies in the nursery, played outside in the yard, painted every wall, loved every smell, cherished every imperfection, felt worry, peace and most of all felt at home.
I have said goodbye to a cousin, a grandmother, a grandfather and most recently an uncle, all within this year. It's never easy to say goodbye, even when you know you will see them again in a perfect place.
I'm even saying goodbye to my baby Eli. He is officially past being a toddler, but I still call him my baby. He is talking, running, fighting, laughing, mimicking, and always stealing my heart.
So, how do I say goodbye and still have JOY.
I look to the future and see Owen learning and growing.
I see new memories in an amazing new home.
I see my heavenly Father with my family.
and
I learn to let go, but still consider both of my boys my babies...forever.
And of course, the smile I see on my boys' faces when they see me again, when we say "hello, " makes every goodbye easier to utter.