My first ever post published on GGC was about carrying Archer with me everywhere. It’s a little embarrassing to share it. All of those early posts are. I have been tempted to take GGC down on many occasions — but my kids like that it’s still there. That they can search the archives of their childhood. I have asked them over the years if there is anything I have written that they want me to take down, but the answer has always been no.
Crying. Haven’t even had coffee. We’re about to send in the college apps over here. This time next year I don’t know where my firstborn will be or what his life will look like. Sigh. Sob. I’m glad you aren’t taking GGC down. I have an old blog, too. It’s like visiting a house you lived in once where you did embarrassing things but also where you learned so much. Sending you tons of hugs and lots of gratitude. Happy Thanksgiving and Shabbatsgiving to you and your beautiful family.
This time last year I was a disaster. You’re in the hardest part, I think! The anticipation of so many unknowns. Wrapping you with so much love! And ❤️🙏
My first born son was in the Boston area last year returning home from his freshman year and it is all of this. The transitions of our children help us to understand our parents and humanity- like what if we are all doing the best we can for the most part? And also saying goodbye was harder, maybe it felt different...and also the realization that saying goodbye is still hard for my mom.
I am trying to figure out how I had a twenty three year head start and you caught up to me. Somehow our kids are even -and we are even in this department. It was probably a long time ago and I didn't notice the footsteps. Anyway, it's never too late to relate - its all relative[s].
I have been your fan since the beginning and when Archer was born. I felt this article and have a 13 year old son and it is real. Great job Rebecca “Mom” ❤️
“A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.”—Victor Hugo
I’ve been thinking a lot about the circle of motherhood…how the child becomes the mother and yet is still the child. And, of course, the never ending, heartbreaking, soul strengthening, precious letting go. It’s all just holding close while letting go.
We moved every single year of my life (Colonel’s daughter here!) until I turned eighteen and continued to move every single year of my life (haha). I perfected the let go. Or at least I thought so.
Sending you so much good juju - hold them tight and let them go when you must. They never truly leave you. 🫶🏽
I do have to say this, though: It gets so fun! When they come home! IT DOES! My oldest is 23 and he comes back to Cincinnati from NYC a lot and it's just delightful. He's so cool! Same with my girl. She's 21 and SHE LOVES COMING HOME. The food, the comfort, but also the new freedom and dynamic with us... It's so different and I keep thinking of what it's going to look like when they bring their families home...
It's all just so friggin' wild.... this whole ride.
Crying. Haven’t even had coffee. We’re about to send in the college apps over here. This time next year I don’t know where my firstborn will be or what his life will look like. Sigh. Sob. I’m glad you aren’t taking GGC down. I have an old blog, too. It’s like visiting a house you lived in once where you did embarrassing things but also where you learned so much. Sending you tons of hugs and lots of gratitude. Happy Thanksgiving and Shabbatsgiving to you and your beautiful family.
This time last year I was a disaster. You’re in the hardest part, I think! The anticipation of so many unknowns. Wrapping you with so much love! And ❤️🙏
Thank you so much ❤️
My first born son was in the Boston area last year returning home from his freshman year and it is all of this. The transitions of our children help us to understand our parents and humanity- like what if we are all doing the best we can for the most part? And also saying goodbye was harder, maybe it felt different...and also the realization that saying goodbye is still hard for my mom.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Shabbatsgiving, the hip new Christmakah!
Life seems to be a series of hellos and goodbyes...
https://youtu.be/kxjwb5cXTI0?si=MQHs7OcQBvcTJvoP
❤️
I am trying to figure out how I had a twenty three year head start and you caught up to me. Somehow our kids are even -and we are even in this department. It was probably a long time ago and I didn't notice the footsteps. Anyway, it's never too late to relate - its all relative[s].
❤️❤️❤️❤️
I have been your fan since the beginning and when Archer was born. I felt this article and have a 13 year old son and it is real. Great job Rebecca “Mom” ❤️
Thank you for being here ❤️
“A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.”—Victor Hugo
I’ve been thinking a lot about the circle of motherhood…how the child becomes the mother and yet is still the child. And, of course, the never ending, heartbreaking, soul strengthening, precious letting go. It’s all just holding close while letting go.
We moved every single year of my life (Colonel’s daughter here!) until I turned eighteen and continued to move every single year of my life (haha). I perfected the let go. Or at least I thought so.
Sending you so much good juju - hold them tight and let them go when you must. They never truly leave you. 🫶🏽
❤️❤️❤️
Wow. You made me cry.
Just brought my girl home from Chicago....so I get it.
I do have to say this, though: It gets so fun! When they come home! IT DOES! My oldest is 23 and he comes back to Cincinnati from NYC a lot and it's just delightful. He's so cool! Same with my girl. She's 21 and SHE LOVES COMING HOME. The food, the comfort, but also the new freedom and dynamic with us... It's so different and I keep thinking of what it's going to look like when they bring their families home...
It's all just so friggin' wild.... this whole ride.
❤️
Flies on the Butter: Judds
https://youtu.be/CtIjGBV0X6k?si=mP3tCNdbOZilGbG4