Leaving home in a sense involves a kind of second birth in which we give birth to ourselves.
Well it’s moving day part one. As it’s easter weekend, the plan is to move the bulk of the stuff we have into storage, and my first born into his appartment.
With all the planning and orgainzing, it hasn’t left me much time to really absorb the fact that last night was the last time my son would be under my roof…. bringing a tear to my eyes this morning.
It is time, he’s almost 27, working full time, and well… 27! It’s time.
It’s been a great ride, he’s a wonderful young man, and these last three years of having them full time under my roof as adults, has been amazing… and a true gift.
I don’t worry about him, he’s got money in the bank, a solid profession, and is very grounded. I think this will be a great step for his own life’s journey.
It just feels a little bitter sweet at the moment.
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Oh, how sad. Yet, good for him! I fear mine getting his license in a few years…I’ll put off worrying about when he moves out for a bit. I will just make him move in down the street….or next door!!