Watching the Boy Move Out
Ah what a bittersweet time…this is now our second time going through this and it sure doesn’t get any easier. Seeing children move out on their own…children you nurtured and coddled from their first breath…oh my…does that test a mother’s endurance!
This is the day…the culmination of everything it seems!
An so, we’ve been wading through the accumulated cast-offs in the attic…looking for those treasures that still have a little life in them that will serve a young couple for at least a few years. We sifted through the odds and ends…an old dip machine, an antique oak dining table, bar stools, great-grama’s old rocking chair, silverware in a chest we set aside for the boy all those years ago…too many things to name, really.
The move is now made, but my heart doesn’t quite believe yet that I will never do his laundry again, will never shop for underwear for him again, will never hear him jump down from his loft in the morning and pad his way to the bathroom for his shower, won’t have to wait anymore to hear his car pull up at night to know that he’s home and he’s safe…
A whole new chapter unfolds…
It never gets easy … letting go. Missing the little things, yes, and waiting for the sound of the door assuring you your loved one is safe.
As a Grandma, far away from the action, I still miss my “little boy” and worry when I know he and his family are on the road and possibly in a traffic jam, snowstorm or worse. That’s when I have to “give it up” to One Who really is in charge.
Hang in there, Mom.
Love you all and best wishes to the young family.
As hard as it is to see them move on to the next phase of their life, this is what you’ve been working all these years towards. Take comfort in the fact that you have trained him well and now become part of the support system that will help this couple have a successful marriage.
It is not easy being a mother. Our children are tied to our heartstrings, and we have to cut them loose. Our son (our youngest) is away at college, and I still get teary-eyed when he comes to visit and then drives off to go back to college. I’m happy for him, we’re so proud of him, but yet sometimes I miss him so much that my heart aches. I have to turn it over to God!
(I go to a lady doctor whose son just went off to college, too. She said it felt like her heart was ripped out.) So, I sympathize with you!!