Why is letting go so hard? I remember the day we dropped off our son Robert at college. I cried the entire drive there and back. Two years later it was Rachel’s turn. She was staying a little closer to home, but it was still difficult to leave her in that tiny dorm room alone. One more year and it will be Ryan’s turn, my 6’3 baby. I’m trying not to think about that just yet.
Today brings a different kind of letting go. Letting go of someone who was never mine, but who found a lasting place in my heart. Today marks one year since my first visit to an Emergency Children’s Shelter. I went to see a former student who had been removed from her home. That visit quickly turned into one of many. There were phone calls, we celebrated holidays, a birthday, enjoyed movies and shopping. And even though I knew deep down our family was not the final answer for this child, the thought was always in the back of my mind.
Recently someone said to me, “What do you think your family could provide for this child that another family could not?” That stung, but it was exactly what I needed to hear. Suddenly the words “letting go” began invading my thoughts. And then it hit me-maybe our purpose had simply been to provide love and friendship during a year of uncertainty and confusion, and that was ok.
How appropriate that on this day, one year later, I receive word of a foster home placement. Today some of my tears are selfish because I will miss her, but most are grateful-grateful for caring foster parents and a fresh start for our precious friend. I hope to share more about this past year’s experiences in the future, but today tears must fall as I once again learn how to let go.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens…”