Spreading Your Wings

The wind slides across my helmet, its touch soothing despite the anxiety warring within my heart. My mind is racing, but I'm in less control of it than I am the motorcycle beneath me. Fears sneak in, to be chased away by reassurances. Worry creases my brow even as I remember how much I've taught you.

From the moment you first entered my life, I've worked hard at molding you, helping you grow and watching how much you learn. You impress me every single day, and the pride in my heart at your accomplishments is without measure. I cannot help but worry however, since that is my job. You are about to leave, even if only for a short while. You will be learning things I cannot teach you, living through experiences I cannot provide, and smiling at new friends around you. When you come home, you will be altered in subtle ways, but there will be a new gleam in your eye and exquisite memories to enjoy.

I have always tried to be a well of confidence that you draw from, but I realize that soon enough you will no longer need it. It saddens me in small ways, but this is the way of things. Much like a young eagle, your wings will soon spread wide and you will be winging your way across the landscape looking for a place to land. This first small test flight is only the beginning of what your life holds for you.

Take care, my son. As always, I hope the world you are walking into celebrates you as much as I do. Although I will worry about you anyway, I'm proud to say you are ready for everything life is handing you. Remember I love you, and return safely to me when you're done.

** This post is a silent ode to my son, who is headed off to wrestling camp in Wyoming for five days. While a bit melodramatic perhaps, it was a necessity for me to get this out. For those who do not have children, you may not understand just how difficult it is to allow them on a trip away from you. We have always spent so much time with our children, that being without them is really weird and uncomfortable. He is growing up though, and while I know that I will miss him, this will be a memorable experience. I didn't think I would have too much trouble dealing, since I know this is no big deal and he's going with a coach I have known for a long time, a man I highly admire and respect. But the worry-wart in me is making itself known, and I won't feel better until I see him safe and sound on Monday.

May the Lord take care of my son and return him to me safely. Amen.