This weekend has been a fabulous weekend for MJ. She was reunited with her “sister” and “brother.” (My ex-boyfriend’s kids.) With Instagram and texting, they are still in touch, but they haven’t seen each other in person since November.
Some people may think I’m crazy for allowing them to get together.
Well, I guess I am crazy.
I am crazy about these kids.
I loved them like my own and I loved the relationship that all four of them shared. That they still share.
I spent almost 2 hours in the car this weekend driving MJ up and back. I had to swallow my pride, take a deep breath, put on a brave face, calm my nerves and do what would make them happiest….
Give them some time together.
Just because we can’t all be together like we were before, it isn’t fair to halt their friendship.
Reading their Instagram posts, receiving texts and pics, and negotiating the pick-up time, I knew I made the right choice.
It’s not an easy spot to be in. And the tears I have fought this weekend come from many places.
But as a mom, you have to be brave and strong, and be willing to make sacrifices for your children. Sometimes what is painful for you, is wonderful for them. It’s not the part of motherhood I thought about 15 years ago and it’s not a part I enjoy.
But it’s love.
I think of someday not that long from now when MJ goes away to college. Don’t I want her to go? Of course I do, but at the same time…NO, I don’t want her to leave!!!
Obviously, I can’t keep her at home forever. But I will do what I’ve seen a few of my friends already do, be brave and strong and pack her up and drop her off. And I’ll live to tell about it, even if I shed a lot of tears.
Just as I would give up my own healthy pancreas and take on the burden of Ian’s diabetes, this weekend I let my heart hurt for just a little while, so that their hearts could be happy.
Two girls, two hearts, 1 wish for them: A lifelong friendship that stays strong, no matter the distance and time.