Really. It's not. The sun is shining and it's not bitter cold. Our youngest son has gotten his first apartment, about a half hour north of here in Delaware. He signed the lease yesterday, but had to work late so he came today to collect his bed and some things he still had here. My husband helped him and I made him lunch and collected things I thought he'd need. Actually, he moved out of our home last August but he was just staying with a friend until now.
But today, he came to collect everything. And I'm not sad one bit. If you know me, you know I'm not kidding. And isn't this what it's all about? You have children, you raise them the best that you possibly can, and then they grow up and move on. It's as it should be. Parenting is the art of letting go. I've always believed that and it's helped me when they've left. We have two sons and our eldest lives in Manhattan and is doing well.
I'm really excited for my youngest son. There he is driving down the farm road in our old Volkswagen Eurovan. Let's wish him luck, shall we?
GOOD LUCK, SHAUN!