I don't know how I'm going to make it through to my kids' adulthood when I'm already having trouble letting go. The first incident happened when we were out this weekend. Tyler tripped and bit into his bottom lip, resulting in a little bit of bleeding. He cried for a few minutes, and then was his usual cheery self. I, on the other hand, found myself reluctant to put him down. As I fought the urge to resist his efforts to climb out of my arms, I thought to myself, It's not as if I can keep him from walking for the rest of his life! But for a brief moment there, I was tempted.
The second incident happened today at Alex's preschool, when I overheard another boy telling him he was a baby and Alex objected that he wasn't. I had to stifle the impulse to tell the other boy in no uncertain terms not to call my son a baby. By the time I had finished what I was doing and walked over to Alex, the conversation had moved on.
There is nothing I can do to stop my sons from growing up. Nor do I want to. My greatest desire for them is that they grow up to be independent, confident, content men who can take care of themselves. And that'll never happen if Mommy is always interfering.
But I am picturing a little nerve center in my brain that fires, however briefly, whenever something happens to my children. It sends out a signal that says, "Protect them at all costs!" And there's no way for me to stop the signal from being sent, I can only decide whether I am going to obey and step in, or fight the urge until it passes.
Does anybody else have the same little nerve center in their brain? Please tell me I'm not the only one!