Got up at 4:30 AM to get my two kids, daughter 20, son 19 to the airport. They are both in their first year of college back East. My daughter started in the Fall, my son is starting this semester. So I got used to her being gone, and the changes in my life. It is different with a son because since he hit teenagerhood he doesn’t want much to do with mom. But it will be strange to have the house to ourselves. I think in some ways I’m ready, it seems like kids make it natural for parents to be ready for them to leave in some ways:) I won’t miss having a bunch of kids hanging out in my living room at all hours, eating TONS of food, starting movies at 11 pm, leaving messes everywhere they go…etc…. Maybe I’m in denial and only trying to cope.
Of course I’ve had my sad and poignant moments of remembering them when younger and dependent. I had dreams for a week about them as young kids, I even woke up one night crying! But it’s time, it’s time for them to have their adventures away from mom and dad. It helps in some ways that they are at the same school, to look out for each other and hopefully not crowd each other. It helps to think that maybe this will bring them closer.
I want to try some art projects, but so far I haven’t had time or money to get supplies, or clear a space to do it!
