My baby is getting married this weekend and although I adore the bride I am a bit sad because as usual I am caught off sides here. I am being shown by life that my baby is a grown up, an adult, a man. Oh, he makes me proud in many ways and I feel touched that he is so independent and I also feel like his accomplished life is my accomplishment too. I can't help it. If asked what is my favorite most winning thing I have achieved? It would be Morgan. Being a parent to a wonderful soul like his. I am far from a perfect parent, so complicated and flawed, yet so willing to admit that, open to what I need to learn, to be a better parent. I refused to be the emotionally incestuous mother who draws every last bit of energy out of her child to feed her unquenchable void. When he was little I simply said "no can do" I will not ruin another soul for my vanity. I will raise him to be autonomous and I will endure the pain of him leaving me early and I did. It wasn't easy shipping him off to prep school at a young age and then college. It was brutal to hear him say "Mom, I will never live with you again" with a huge smile on his face and again hear him say "Mom I am engaged". No doubt one day very soon he will call and tell me I will be a granny, soon. If all goes well.
Wow...it all happened so fast.
I am moving from MILF status to GILF status and it suits me just fine "Thank you".