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Letting Go...at Taekwondo

There comes a time in the natural course of parenthood when a mom or a dad realizes they have to let their little ones go. As parents, we all know it’s coming. And, yet, it doesn’t make that moment any less difficult or emotional.

For some, that moment comes when they send their little ones to day care or preschool for the first time. Many parents experience it every. single. time. their kids reach a new milestone like eating solid foods, potty training, or their first manicure. These parents will post a photo on Facebook and say something ridiculous like, “I can’t believe my little baby is already _________. It seems like only yesterday when _________.”

Then the rest of us roll our eyes and say to ourselves, “Ugh. I’m so sick of hearing about all these perfect parents with their perfect kids. I’m quitting Facebook.”

But we don’t quit. Because where else would we post photos of our perfect kids when they accomplish a major milestone like belting “Let It Go” from Frozen while riding in a car seat?

So help me if I see one more home video of that I’m quitting Facebook.

Why don’t all these perfect parents with their perfect kids just get a blog already?

(Wink, wink.)

For this stay-at-home, homeschooling mom, my first, true “letting go” moment came at Taekwondo last Thursday.

And I’d like to state for the record that I resisted the overwhelming urge to shoot and post my own music video entitled “Letting Go…at Taekwondo” to the tune of “Let it Go.”

“Let him go; it’s Taekwondo
This instructor seems like a respectable guy.
Let him go, let him go
Don’t let the dojo see me cry!

Here I’ll stand
If they’ll let me stay
Let my phone record on,
Etiquette never bothered me anyway.”

You’re welcome.

As Brian, Averi and I watched JJ follow his instructor to the other side of the glass partition, I couldn’t help but feel a lump forming in my throat.

Letting Go...at Taekwondo

And every time my boy turned his sweet face back toward us to make sure we were still there, I wanted to jump up and bang on the glass partition and scream, “I’m not going anywhere! Mommy isn’t leaving you…ever!”

Letting Go...at Taekwondo

[There are medications for this.]

Of course, I didn’t bang on the glass partition. And, of course, I know there will come a time when I will really have to let my little boy go so he can grow into a man. And then I’ll have to stop calling him my “little boy” because it will make him uncomfortable.

I know all that.

I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.

It was such a strange combination of pride and helplessness as I watched JJ carefully follow his instructor’s lead.

Letting Go...at Taekwondo

I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the gift of that moment. To know that our boy is healthy, happy and will hopefully grow into a great man of God who won’t roll his eyes when he reads this. And then, if he’s blessed to be a father, he will fully understand the joyful pain of letting go.

Unrelated: Will tears ruin a laptop?

I really can’t believe my baby boy is already in Taekwondo. It seems like only yesterday when he was splashing around at his first French beach.

Letting Go...at Taekwondo

[If I roll my eyes hard enough, will Katy hear it?]

I’m the worst kind of Facebook parent. Because I’ll brag about my kid and culture bomb you at the same time.

But, seriously, look at my little boy.

Letting Go...at Taekwondo

It seems like only yesterday…

Letting Go...at Taekwondo

I should be banned from the Internet.

Your turn. What was your hardest “letting go” moment?

(Also, good luck not singing that song the rest of the day. You’re welcome.)


Comments to "Letting Go…at Taekwondo"

  1. Dona

    January 21, 2015

    I went through all the normal mom-pains. But the worst for me….was when my Granddaughter walked down the isle. The realization that my baby’s baby was GETTING MARRIED was hard to take. Maybe because it made me realize I was getting old. Now I’m a great grandma and doing all those mile stones all over again! And I find it keeps me young! So trust me, kids are the best. Grandkids are better. Can I get an amen from anyone? G-man?

    As usual, great post, girl. If you were my kid, I’d probably be having the same pains every time you post!

    • Katy in a Corner

      January 21, 2015

      That’s a great way to look at it, Dona! And my mom did say that she teared up as I was sending her photos and videos during JJ’s class. Maybe it’s even harder with grandkids. I don’t know if my emotions can handle that.

  2. G-Man

    January 21, 2015

    First, AMEN Dona!!

    Katy, I think you must get that emotional, nostalgic side of you from your mother. 😉

    By the way, nice lyrics.

    • Katy in a Corner

      January 21, 2015

      Says the guy who watches his old high school football films. The guy who had them converted from film so that he could watch them. And WE’RE the nostalgic ones. 😉

  3. Rachel F

    January 21, 2015

    I have never really been sad when my kids have met a milestone, always just proud! But when my five-year-old got on the school bus without me this year, I was very anxious! And I want to see a video of you singing that song that you made up! NOW!

    • Katy in a Corner

      January 21, 2015

      I told Brian that if I’m this much of a basket case with a glass partition between us, I can’t imagine sending them on a bus to school. I’d be running behind the bus like a crazy woman. Thankfully (for all of us), there is no video of me singing my version of “Let it Go.” However, Brian did make me sing it for him when he proofread this post for me (he’s never seen the movie). He wasn’t all that impressed.

  4. Terri

    January 21, 2015

    It doesn’t matter how big, old or far away he is, he is always your baby boy.. Please give my baby Brian a hug from his mom

  5. Heather McD

    January 21, 2015

    Her first tooth. Seriously. She’s only 2 so we haven’t had TOO many milestones to freak out about just yet. But something about that first tooth just got to me. She didn’t get it until she was about 10 months old, so we had a lot of anticipation leading up to it. (She was teething for like 6 months. It was awful.) I desperately wanted it to break through so that she could have some relief from the teething pain, but then I realized that once it did, I would never see that sweet toothless grin again. NEVER! And then I would cry and beg her not to grow up. And then she would reject nap and I would cry and beg her to just sleep already. There was a lot of crying in our house during that time. Anyway, walking, talking, going to the babysitter, all that has been fine so far. But every time she changes in a way that reminds me I will NEVER see or experience something again, it makes my heart hurt 🙁 Thanks for the encouragement that it doesn’t get easier!! (jk – loved this post, actually!)

  6. Carol D

    January 21, 2015

    Absolute worst letting go moment is when they’re wheeling your child down the hall toward surgery and they come to that line that non-medical personnel cannot cross.
    My oldest daughter had an emergency appendectomy at 9 yrs old and a biopsy at 15 yrs old. The same feeling both times. Complete and total helplessness.

  7. Jennifer Waldorf

    January 23, 2015

    I am also going to do the bragging/culture bomb. My hardest letting go moment isn’t even here yet, but it is approaching quickly. Gretchen is going with her youth group to East Asia this summer to help teach a ten day English immersion camp. Ten days, half a world away! I could not do it if I didn’t know it was God’s will for her to go. Maybe they can just put me in a medically induced coma for the 2 weeks she is gone (10 days of camp, 4 travel days).

  8. Katie

    February 9, 2015

    When my son reminded me on the first day of 8th grade, that this is his LAST year of jr high and that he will be in high school next year. I cried all day.


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