Who I Love

I remember when I launched my first Babe. I spent months planning. Making lists. Target runs. Grocery shopping. Amazon orders. I said all the words about safety and good judgment a thousand more times. And I poured into him all the positive praise I could muster about how ready he was. How proud of himself he should be.

In short, I did all the things. Every last one. To ensure that he would be safe and content. Prepared and ready. So that he’d know just how loved he was. And I’d do it all again. In fact, I did. Three babes launched in four short years.

And I got to thinking about how much time and enthusiasm I showered them with. How much hope I had, even with all the nervous jitters. And, oh the tears. I cried buckets full of hard earned, salty, bittersweet, liquid love. Happy for them. Sad for me. Every last emotion and resource spent was absolutely worth it for a successful launch.

And next year will be no different with Babe #4. We don’t know yet where he’ll land. But wherever he chooses to go. And whatever he decides to pursue. Will be met with 100% support and deep admiration from me. You can bet your bottom dollar on that.

So I made the mental leap. That as I’m launching myself, too. As an empty nester. In our happy house on the hill. Perhaps I should follow the same plan I did with my Babes. For myself. Making lists, positive praise, time and resources. Absolute unbridled enthusiasm and full support.

Because the hard and simple truth is this. We naturally and joyfully pour into who and what we love.

And, Pals, I want to make sure. I’m one of the who’s that I love.