I Am Growing Up, Mom by Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp


hadorn-disselkamp_loriLast night as I was telling my 10 year old, my first born, good night I realized I would no longer be privy to every thought he may have anymore. I was asking something somewhat trivial and he said “That’s private; I don’t want to tell you”. It felt like a knife through my heart. Here sat this beautiful boy that I carried for 9 months and got up with in the middle of the night numerous times for the first 2 years of his life. Your browser may not support display of this image. The child I prayed that God would give me, that I would literally lay down my life for without thought, I would for each of my children. I love that boy beyond what love is, as a parent you know that love. Here he sits telling me that he is his own person separate from me and I don’t get to know every aspect of his being anymore. Why? Because he said “I am growing up mom”. There was nothing I could do my heart was literally caving in and tears rolled down my cheeks, it was that sick feeling I had when I was homesick as a child for my mom. I told him I didn’t want him to grow up. That was not in the plan! He said “You can’t stop it, that’s what is supposed to happen”. But he did let me hug him for awhile and I asked “Does that mean no more hugs?” He responded “No, you will still always get to hug me”.

All my life I have wanted to be a mom and I could always picture myself staying at home raising children. However, my vision never included the children getting older than about 9 years old. Probably because all the children I babysat for were under the age of 9. I never pictured a time when my children would not share every single thought with me, but I have to respect his privacy, his autonomy. He wants to be his own person separate from me and that is completely normal and healthy. I am his mom not his bestest friend in the world. As I sit here and write this I am still pained by it. I tell you what, when they all leave and “empty nest” occurs I think I will throw myself from the nest! So how do I accept my children growing up?

Nothing can make the fact that my children are aging better. I guess it is one of those things in life I just have to accept. I am not big on change. I need to embrace each age that my children reach and not be wishing for the past or holding them in the past. It is about acceptance, true acceptance of this precious gift of life on loan to me as a mom from God. I must let my children grow and become their own person it’s what I want in theory. But the actual letting go is crushing to say the least. He is only 10, I still have plenty to teach him and many years with him but last night I just got a glimpse of the future and I guess I was not prepared for it. Who is prepared to watch their children really grow up? I know that God will give me the strength to be a good mom because no matter what his age I will always be his mom.

Copyright 2010 Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp


About Author

Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp - mom of 4 teens/wife for 20+ years. Lori has been writing at her own website Faith Filled Mom. She writes about the journey of faith we live daily and the ability to recognize God. She is a retreat director at Sacred Heart Academy HS. She just earned her MA in Pastoral Ministry as well as a certification in spiritual direction.


  1. I have two children … 10 and 5 … and I have to tell you that as of late I’ve been so upset at the thought of my children growing up that I can barely stand it. After you’ve experienced the kind of unconditional love that comes from small children whose world revolves around their parents, how could anything else possibly ever compare to that again? I collapse into tears every time I think about it. I love my children so much. Nothing has ever given my life so much meaning before. After that, what the heck am I going to do with myself? How am I ever going to fill that space again? How can I live in a home that once was filled with the laughter of children?

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