This week has been a hard one for me as a mother and wife. As most
of you know, Big Brat and Bratling #1 are on a trip of a life time,
touring from Paris to Rome via Pompei. To tell the truth, I've had so
many mixed emotions about this trip. There are times that I really have
to rationalize with myself to remind me why I agreed upon sending him
on this adventure. Even though he is with his father, I worry. Is he
eating enough, is he sleeping well, how is he coping emotionally, is he
warm enough, is he safe enough?
Well, on Sunday I
got an sms from the hubby to tell me that Bratling's phone got
pickpocketed on the the train to Pompei. Knowing how badly my boy would
take this, my heart was breaking with the ache to be there for him and
to cope with not being able to be there. I felt terrible for my husband
as I know how helpless he would feel in the onslaught of emotions my
son would go through.
It has also been a hard
week as this is the 3 week (and luckily the last week) of their trip and
I'm missing my child something awful. I'm used to being without the
husband, and though I miss him, I can cope. My son on the other hand...
I worry about him nonstop. Is this what empty nest syndrome feels
like?
The on Wednesday, hubby informs me that he almost
lost our son, as they got separated during a tour and for almost an
hour could not find each other. Deep down I know they both would have
been fine, but I also know how much it must have freaked them out and
had them worrying about the other person. I know the emotional
rollercoaster this incident must have set off in their hearts and minds
and again I'm not there to mother them.
I think the
hardest lesson for me to have learned this week was that my boy will be
fine, even if I'm not there. God is there to comfort him and is
protecting him. And in the reassurance that he is in God's hands and
that he has God's protection on him, I find my blessing this week. Yes,
I know that things will go wrong and that it can go horribly wrong, but
I also know that God always have a bigger plan in sight and things will
always work out to glorify Him. I have learned that even in suffering
there is blessing, or rather I should say, especially in suffering there
is blessing if you belong to God.
I've learned this
week to once again to just trust in the LORD and rejoice in His
blessings upon my life and the lives of my children.
May God's blessing become clear to you in your life.
From Little Old Me.
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