Slipping Through My Fingers

So many people have asked me about the song lyrics from yesterday’s blog about my son that I decided to post the video here. It’s a scene from the movie “Mamma Mia.”

You’ll note the stage is set differently. That’s Meryl Streep, not me. And it’s her daughter getting married, not her son going away.

If you don’t cry when you watch this, you’ve never left home, or you’ve never had a mommy, or you’ve never had a child leave, or you are carved out of stone and aluminum with a heart fashioned from wrought iron. You know who you are.

One thing I forgot to mention yesterday was that before we left home, my son wandered through the whole house, telling me he just wanted to take it all in and remember it.

It was then that I realized he’d be just fine. He had already balanced on that teeter totter inside himself between knowing he wanted to leave but that leaving changed everything.

Something I couldn’t teach him.

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If you can’t make the video work, here’s the link straight to YouTube.

0 thoughts on “Slipping Through My Fingers

  1. Donna

    When Bob was moving out — the first time — I asked him what did he wish we had done differently while he was growing up. He replied, “I should have gotten the bigger bedroom, cuz I lived here longer than Suzanne did.”

    I did laugh, thinking back to the 7 year old boy that he was when we moved in, and thrilled to know that I hadn’t scarred him too badly.

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  2. patty

    My daughter left for boot camp on Wed. May 27 – we have gotten the 20 second phone call, waiting for the box, and letter & address to write to her. I didn’t cry until I saw the Mamma Mia video – as I did when we went to see the movie when it came out – when she was getting ready to go off to college – she completed one year, then went off to the navy. I appreciate your blog & knowing I’m not the only person in the world going through this! Thanks!

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