It’s been a rough 3 years. Four moves in three years but each time, for the better. Ever notice how the “event” that changes your life seemingly happens instantly but the recovery process takes forever? Not a completely true statement but that is the way it seems — or the way it is perceived.
One of the good results from all the bad that has happened is that our son found himself and what he wants to do with his life. Before we lost our way of life, he was unmotivated, wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He has changed and grown so much in the last 3 years.
Almost a year ago, hubby and I were getting ready to embark on our third move — back home to Indiana. the one drawback in my mind was leaving my son in Florida. I knew it was the best for him and the choices he was making but it felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind — I wasn’t whole anymore. I’m sure all parents go through this but this was my first experience with it. I thought my heart would break. It didn’t.
Today, I got the phone call I have been waiting for. He has his car packed, gassed up and is starting out on his trip home. He found a great job in his chosen field only 10 miles from where we live. He’s coming home and I couldn’t be happier.
Is that selfish of me? Probably, but what’s a mother to do? He found the job, interviewed and announced he was moving home. I was thrilled, relieved, excited and my heart was full again.
I know it won’t last and it shouldn’t. He is making his way in this world just like I did. When I was his age, I had been married almost five years and had a 4 year old son. Our paths to life are very different but I gave him what I got from my parents — wings.
I’d be disappointed if he didn’t try them out…