Letting Go

“There’s an important difference between giving up and letting go.” Jessica Hatchigan

I’m letting go. But I’m not giving up. I love him too much to give up, but enough to let go. If I’m going to be completely frank, he’s just not “feeling it”. My son, that is. And faith. Church, mass, religious ed – all of it. Or, none of it. Just not feeling it.

Resentful. That’s what he is feeling. He resents being told to get out of bed and come to mass. He resents being told how he should feel and what he should believe. And it’s taken me a while – probably too long – but I get it.

Thing is, for 18 years he’s shown up. He’s respected our wishes, made all of his sacraments, trudged his way through religious ed classes and never once raised his voice in anger toward us when we told him it was time to get up for mass, time to pray, time to learn – time to move through the motions whether or not they meant anything to him.

So now, as hard as it is for me to let go – and let me tell ya, it’s hard – I need to offer him the same respect he has always afforded us. I need to let him live his own journey, find his own path, and pray he finds God along the way.

When my guy was little, I’d tuck him into bed each night and tell him, “I’m so happy God gave me you.” I didn’t realize as a new mom how much depth there was to those words. At the time, it was me being totally overcome with his soft cuteness, his intoxicating little personality, the feel of him snuggled in my arms, the joy of watching him play. Now, 18 years into our relationship, I equate my mothering this child to a pebble along the edge of the sea; the tide washing in and out and with time, smoothing out the rough edges. My rough edges that is. 

To me, raising our children in faith has always been as foundational as teaching them to look both ways when crossing the street, using their manners or chewing with their mouth closed. It has felt protective, much like getting them their immunizations, making sure they wore their coat in the cold or teaching them to swim before trusting them alone in the water.

The first time what I wanted for my son conflicted with his own desires, it felt as though a wave crashed over me, the force of the accompanying anxiety taking me by surprise and having its way with me until I could come up for air. Over time, over much time, I began to see this child as the individual he so desires – and needs – to be. I began to stand against the rushing of the waves, finding my strength in acceptance and trust rather than obstinance and fear. I began to understand God didn’t just give this child to me because he’s soft and cuddly. He came with lessons to teach me.

Ironically enough, one of those lessons is in learning to trust the very One I am asking my son to put his faith in. I’ve made the necessary introductions. Now I need to hand him over and hold on to the truth that this child of mine is loved by God more than I could ever humanly understand. I’m not giving up. I’ll be at the door knocking each and every day, continually sending my pleas for my heart’s deepest desire to be realized; that all of my children will come to know, love and serve the One who created them and will find purpose in life that is greater than any worldly offering.  For now, much like the pebble at the edge of the sea, I am washed, and continually renewed, in this child’s own ideas and understanding of the world, and I slowly find peace with letting go.

7 thoughts on “Letting Go

  1. Beautifully said Nicole! Many parents are living this reality today, myself included so I very much related to and appreciated your reflection. God Bless.

  2. You’re a wonderful Mom Nic! What a gift your children have in you! Thanks for touching my heart again. God is good!

  3. There are only two lasting bequests we can give our children
    One is ROOTS
    and the other is
    WINGS
    and yes honey— it’s HARD

  4. You captured the truth we all live beautifully Nicole! Good to remember that our prayers cover them as they make their way forward.

  5. Touching, well written and just beautifully said. As always…..i can relate. Parents plant the seeds but our kids have to tend to them so they’ll grow. But their soil is rich and those seed will sprout in time. Their journey like the weather.

  6. Beautiful, vulnerable and so honest. If your son wanders a little, you have done your job right, and don’t worry —he will come back. You have raised him in such faith that his wandering will lead him right back !

  7. Nicole! I just found your blog and I am blown away. Your writing is beautiful – and it is so clear that it comes directly from your heart. As I read these, I keep thinking that I am so proud to know you! Thank you for sharing this. I can’t wait to read more!

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