Dear Readers
As the leaves turn golden and the air takes on that unmistakable crispness, fall sweeps in like an artist, painting the world in rich hues of amber, crimson, and rust. It's a season that whispers of change—not just the pumpkin spice lattes (I tried the ones from Tim's today!) and cozy sweaters, but real, honest-to-goodness transformation. Fall teaches us to release what no longer serves us, to embrace transitions with grace, and to prepare for the renewal that is inevitable.
And today, in the middle of all this seasonal wisdom, I'm celebrating my twin children's birthday! Happy Birthday to my twins!! Yes, I have twins. Twice the hugs, twice the love, and yes, twice the chaos. Watching them grow older, I can't help but feel a bit of that autumnal melancholy myself. They’re spreading their wings, ready to fly, and let me tell you, as a mom, that brings up all the feels.
Celebrating Parenthood and Change
You see, I’m in this emotional balancing act. Part of me is absolutely thrilled about who they’re becoming—loving, smart, funny, independent humans who know how to work a microwave and actually remember to text me back. But then there’s the other part of me, the part that still wants to wrap them up in blankets, feed them endless snacks, and protect them from the world’s uncertainties. Ah, the bittersweet dance of motherhood.
The Power of Release
Here’s where fall swoops in with some tough-love wisdom: letting go is part of the process. Just like the trees gracefully shed their leaves without clinging to them for dear life, I’ve got to let my kids find their own way. Sure, I’ll still be the safety net, but I can’t hang onto them like an overprotective helicopter mom. The season’s shift is nature’s way of reminding us that holding on too tightly can actually stunt growth. Just like the trees that must release their leaves to conserve energy for winter, I, too, need to conserve my emotional energy and trust that I’ve laid the groundwork for their journey.
Fall has that magical way of slipping life lessons into everything, doesn’t it? Take the Autumnal Equinox, for example. This day of perfect balance between day and night feels like a metaphor for parenting in this stage.
On one hand, I want to give them all the guidance they need. On the other, I know it’s time to step back, trust the roots we’ve nurtured, and let them figure things out on their own.
The equinox whispers, "Balance, mom. You’ve got this. Find the sweet spot between being their go-to for advice and giving them room to grow."
Why Letting Go is the Ultimate Act of Trust
Now, let’s talk about the art of letting go—a phrase I never quite appreciated until my children became teenagers. When your kids are younger, “letting go” means leaving them at kindergarten for the first time, holding back tears while they run off with their Harry Potter and Barbie lunchboxes. But now? Letting go means trusting them with real-world decisions (and okay, maybe the late-night phone calls and Netflix binges). It means releasing control over their choices—whether it’s their outfits (yikes, what’s up with the sweatpants, PJs, and crop tops, bro!), or their future career paths—and letting them discover who they’re meant to be.
It’s funny how much nature teaches us about life, especially during this season of release. Look at the trees—do they panic when their leaves fall? Nope. They let them go, fully aware that new growth will come in due time. In the same way, I’m learning that releasing my hold on my kids doesn’t mean losing them. It means giving them space to grow, fail, try again, and flourish on their own terms.
Change as a Constant
And that brings me to change—fall’s favorite buzzword. The beauty of this season lies in its reminder that nothing stays the same forever. Kids grow up (sometimes too quickly for my liking), seasons shift, and we must adapt. I can’t keep my twins in a permanent state of childhood, no matter how tempting it is. And honestly, I wouldn’t want to. There’s something beautiful about watching them navigate life’s challenges, even if it means a few bumps and bruises along the way.
What’s particularly heartwarming about fall is the sense of preparation. As nature gears up for winter, shedding what’s no longer needed, we, too, can use this time to reflect and prepare.
For me, that means preparing emotionally for the inevitable day when my twins will fly the coop for real— universities, jobs, who knows what else. But instead of dreading it, I’m trying to savor these moments, knowing that each passing year brings new opportunities for them to grow, and for me to continue cheering them on from the sidelines
Trusting the Process of Growth
There’s a quiet strength in the fall season, a resilience that speaks volumes to the heart of a mom letting her kids find their wings.
The trees stand tall, branches bare, not because they’re empty, but because they trust the process.
They know that after the shedding comes rest, and after rest, new life. It’s a rhythm we’re all part of, and while it’s not always easy, it’s undeniably beautiful.
So, as I watch my twins blow out their birthday candles this year, I’m reminded of one simple truth: letting go is love in action. It’s trusting that the time, energy, and love I’ve poured into them will carry them forward. It’s knowing that while I may not always be holding their hands, I will always be here, rooting for them, quietly preparing for the next season of life.
And who knows? Maybe letting go will feel less like losing control and more like watching them blossom into the incredible adults they’re destined to be—strong, wise, and fiercely independent. Just like those glorious fall leaves dancing their way to the ground, trusting the wind to carry them where they need to go.
In the end, fall teaches us that change isn’t something to fear—it’s something to embrace. So here’s to the changing seasons, the growing kids, and the ever-evolving journey of parenthood. And maybe, just maybe, another slice of birthday cake for good measure. Cheers!
Are you struggling to let go?
What are you waiting for silly? You don't have to do this alone.
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