Another day means another transition.

8/1/2011

Today my son and his fiance are finishing moving out of our home into their own; they will be married later this month. Although I'm happy they are beginning their own journey of life, I'm a little sad not having that daily interaction with them.

Although lucky enough with this instance to know the move would soon be coming, I still need to choose how to move through this change.

I can choose to jump up and down in elation that only one son remains (he's looking for apartment, too), or I can moon over the fact that my kids will no longer be dependent on me.

Hmm. Let me choose elation because the list seems never-ending!
They get to be on their own.
I get to be on my own.
They can have their own place.
I can have my own place.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I am absolutely in love with my kids, but if you are a parent of soon-to-be-out-on-their-own young adults, then you know what I'm talking about.

I am just as excited for them as I had been when moving on to my life with my husband. I am just as excited knowing the world is laid wide open for them to enjoy.

What about you? What if your world and a new life was beginning on the horizon? What would you choose to do?

Dream On!
PeggyLee

“What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning.” ~Author Unknown

5 Comments

Roy A. Ackerman, PhD, EA link

8/1/2011 06:49:07 am

This is a most bittersweet moment. Oh, yes, it is fantastic to see your child progress with his/her (his, clearly here) life, growing up, maturing, and become a responsible citizen.
But, the emptiness in the house, the silence that echoes in the halls, pulls and tugs. Go. No, don't go! I'm thrilled. I miss you.
May the elation of the moment sustain you through the silence of the day.

PeggyLee link

8/1/2011 07:35:01 am

Thanks, Roy.

Lynne link

8/1/2011 11:32:11 am

I was beside myself when the nest emptied. I thought I would enjoy the "freedom" but it took a while. Now I love it. Visit them in their homes and eating their cooking is so lovely.
We seem to talk more over meals as we are all together

Ali Bierman link

8/1/2011 03:00:54 pm

I raised 2 performers. When we took them off to the conservatories at age 18 I knew they would never be back home again for more than a very very brief visit now and then.
I cried lots driving them each to school but as soon as I lefty them--whoa! The freedom filled me with joy!
I knew I raised them the way I wanted to and I was, and am, the mom want to be. didn’t say perfect., I said who I wanted to be.

PeggyLee link

8/2/2011 01:09:28 am

Lynne and Ali,

As you'll see in my UBC comment, my kids are older. My daughter has been out of the house for 12 years; however, her two younger brothers have stayed around; much to do with being in school and finances.

Lynne, I know I'll miss them, but look forward to my quiet ;-) .... until the grandkids start making their entrance!

Ali, when we dropped our daughter off at school 1100 miles away, I cried for the first 400 back! And you are right with your last thought... we raised our kids as best we could and I know they love us.

Thanks to you both for stopping by and commenting!

Dream On!
PeggyLee

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