Sunday, April 7, 2013

The Time Has Come...


“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—Of cabbages--and kings—
By Lewis Carroll
 

Yes, the time has come.
 
Today my oldest moved out. No, it wasn’t a shock. He’d told me months ago that in April he planned to move. But hearing it and seeing it is two totally different things. While I’m not upset to see him go, I have had a few bad moments since he left. But, that’s to be expected, I suppose.
 
We raise our kids with the hopes that one day they’ll spread their wings and fly. But we also hope they don’t fly too close to the sun and get burned. I comfort myself with the knowledge I’ve done the best for him I could. He knows right from wrong, and I’ve taught him how to survive out there in the big, bad world. He also knows he can come home again, if needed. God, wasn't it just yesterday I taught him how to tie his shoe? Ride a bike? Throw a ball? How time flies and how quickly they grow.
 
But, the truth is, you can really never go back home.
 
As he packed his things, we found stuff from long ago. We’ve lived here since he was five years old. So many memories, both good and bad. Seeing the box of Lego’s brought back memories of my hunting through several stores for that one special kind he just had to have. Then the joy on his face that Christmas when he opened them. God, he loved his Lego’s, lol.
 
Then there were the pictures of his graduation, and all the memories connected to that. Listening to him and his best friend Izzy talk about this or that person they knew or who had been dating whom then… It brought back memories for me, too. Especially since the youngest is about to graduate and leave soon.
 
Life goes on... and we go with it or get left behind.
 
I’ll shed a few tears later tonight when I allow myself to think about my first-born moving. But, they aren’t all tears of sadness. He’s still here in town, lol. And it’s time for him to take the next steps. He knows I’m always here for him. In the meantime, I’ll wait for my boy to finish growing up, lol, and hope we can have the close relationship I enjoyed with my mom. My little boy is gone and in his place is a young, confident young man ready to take on the world.
 
Isn't that what every mom wants?
 
Then there’s the fact his sister wants his room, lol. And I finally get my own office. J It’s all about finding the silver lining.

~M

2 comments:

  1. Well said. I just got back from my mother's house and she's turning my bedroom into a guest room. I haven't lived there for 15 years, but I could picture my clothes strewn all over the place and my music playing. Then I thought about my life-sized Vanilla Ice poster. That broke me out of my trance and made me feel better about having grown up. :)

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  2. Luckily, he's still in town. Mine moved out of the state and I wasn't able to see them often. It hurts like the dickens when they move away. My oldest boys are turning 32 in four days but to me, they'll always be my babies.

    Zeoanne

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