It’s official… today my #1 son moved out. It’s such a bitter sweet feeling. 27 years with such an amazing person to share my life with. Now he’s moving onto his own life and times… and me mine.
The past three years here in this house have been amazing. We’ve lived as three adults, separate lives, no parenting/child dynamic… all the while making a home and family in it.
He is my mystery one, don’t always manage to communicate well with him, don’t always rise up to his expectations.. but somehow it’s ok. I love him to his core, and know that he loves me…He’s my first born… nuf said
As we’ve gone through the past few months (since i broke the news that we are selling the house and running away from home), i’ve seen a big change. I can see he needed that push out to move onto stage 2 of life. As hard as it is to watch him pack and leave, i can totally see that it’s time.
of course i had to do a final motherly move and hide his Easter chocolate in the last load of his stuff… just hope his new room mate won’t tease him too much!
My biggest fear in all of it is how we are going to be able to retain and grow our relationship… but i know that’s just fear. The reality is, it’ll take effort and commitment but it’ll happen… or so i can hope.
For now i grieve a little, and feel sad that the era is done.
April 13th, 2009 at 4:26 pm
Oh god, I both wish for and fear that day!