Moving Day

There were days when I couldn’t ever imagine it happening and there were days when I couldn’t wait for it to happen, but ready or not, it has finally happened. The oldest boy has left the nest and is off to find his own way in the world. He’s off to a new city, a new job, and his first stab at true self sufficiency. I’m very proud and a little sad, but I recognize that this is exactly what I raised him to do, live his life as best he can. I wish him all the luck in the world and hope he finds success and happiness.
And while I recognize that the time for him to get out of my house has come, and I don’t want him back, I let him know, that I know, life is rough and full of unexpected twists and that we will be here for him if he needs us. I expect that he will be back once or twice before he truly finds his wings and soars, and that is okay. I didn’t make it on my first try and I don’t think most do. Those initial lessons are tough and unexpected. Sometimes too tough and too unexpected. Life has a way of doing that to you.
My advice to him was simply this; if things start to go bad, ask for help sooner rather than later. You can always come back home to regroup. But it’ll be better for everyone if you don’t put yourself in a hole that takes you three years to get out of.
Good luck out there, call your mother, and don’t be a stranger.