A Rite of Passage for Moms with Boys

It is his freshman year at the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor, in Belton, Texas, and he was coming home to Montana for spring break. Tender thoughts filled my heart, as I pictured his size 11’s covering half the entryway floor again. "Now listen," I said to myself before he got home.

"He's not a little boy anymore. He'’s a full-grown man who has lived without your help for six months now." I took myself by the shoulders. "Time to stop mothering him near to death. Are you listening to me? During this spring break, you are going to treat him like a man. You're not going to wag your finger at him all week."

I did well while he was here, except for one slip when I said to him, "You only brought one pair of pants with you?"

"I'm not good at packing," he told me, throwing me his charming smile that has always gotten him out of trouble.

But there was the significant matter of a summer job. With all my heart, I wanted to hound him to find a job over his break. I only spoke to him once, though, and then I let it go. He made his own plans to have lunch with one of our pastors about an internship.

"So, what are you thinking about a summer job?" I said respectfully, as we ate pizza together on the eve of my boy's return to school. (See how I made it the kind of question you would ask a man and not a little boy?)

"Well," he said, "I think I'm going to go with the internship."

And so it was settled.

I had been praying that God would provide work for my son in the summer, to help pay for school. The internship wasn't the big money maker I was hoping for, but I figured my boy had been talking to God about the matter, too, and could make his own well-thought-out decision.

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