We’re a house in transition these days. Nathan, our oldest, has just gotten engaged to the greatest girl in the world. He moved out and lives with some friends now but his engagement to Lindsay feels like not only the first step on the road to becoming grandparents (a long road I hope) but we’ve also invoked a ‘no return’ policy.
And now our son Josh is planning to move out and take his second year of University at St. Thomas, about 4 hours away from us. I’m trying to get my head and heart around all this but when I walk by him in the kitchen and realize that he’s counting the days left on the calendar between today and “moving day” I can’t help but get a little more depressed.
When Nathan moved out for a 9 month stay in Belfast, N. Ireland, the elusive Donna cried all 3.5 hours home from the airport.
And the rest of that day, the next day and a couple others.
When Nathan’s alarm clock, left behind but still set to wake him up to get to the airport in time, went off the morning after he flew away, I made my way down to his old room, found the clock, turned it off and had myself a nice little cry.
When Josh moves out I’ll lose someone who laughs at the same stuff I laugh at, tells great stories, is dependable, and listens to better music than I do but is willing to share and always gives me something to think about.
And then it will be just me and the women. I will be in the minority. The balance of power will shift. The remote will most likely have the TV locked on shows about wedding dresses, cake baking challenges and movies that have romantic sounding titles.
Adding injury to an already bleeding heart, my daughter reminded me at the dinner table that she’s going into grade 11 next month. 11 as in 11, 12 and then bu-bye!
Ultimately I know this is why we started this adventure. If Nate was still in diapers and drinking from a baby bottle I’d have worse problems to blog about. This is all good and it is exciting and satisfying on some level. Most of my days aren’t on that level at the moment though.
The other day we had kids. Today we’ve got adults. I’m proud of all three.
I wish I would’ve taken more pictures.
So what do you do to keep the connection with the kids or the ‘rents alive and well?