So here's to Scott - kudos to him for reaching that elusive *on your own* milestone. He's a good kid - a good man. I'll miss him - he's the only one who can beat me at Scrabble.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Fly Away, Birdie
We have a new milestone coming up: Scott, our last fledgling, is moving out on the 28th. He's worked hard, and survived a few financial devastations and employment snafus in the year since his graduation. His little welcome to the Big Boy World. (side note: When I was first married, a million years ago, I remember thinking that a $50 dentist bill was just about the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I've learned a thing or two about Worst Things since then.) But back to Scott (shown above with my aunt and grandma - one of my favorite pics of all three!): he found a place in Huntington Beach - a 3 bedroom house, where he'll have one of the rooms. He's beyond excited to get on with his life. And I'm excited for him. Really. But you know how it is - you can't help having those darned mixed emotions. Excitement and mommy-ache. Pride in a job well done, and worry that you haven't done enough, or done it at all, for that matter. Did I love him not enough, or love him too much? (Is that possible? To love too much?) Anyway, you get my drift. I have yet to see the new place, but I have the feeling it will be wonderful - at least to a 25 year old single male who is dying to get away from the folks. It WILL be wonderful. It will. But L will have to take me out for a sobby little dinner after we help him move, so I can distract myself from the empty room at home that I won't be able to go into for about a week. *sigh* Moms are silly sometimes... After an appropriate period of moping around, I'll peek into the room, wander around a bit, energize myself to clean and organize, and then I'll realize I have my little painting/craft room back. And hey- now there's room for my coats and jackets in the closet! And that's when I'll realize that these things happen as they should - children are meant to grow up, and mommies are meant to move on. Sort of. I think really, that we just sort of lurk and fret from further away, and then we distract ourselves with the grandchildren. (And a wonderful distraction they are!)