The songbirds have already started heading south, and so, next week, will Son Number One as he begins his new career in Washington, D.C. He's got a lovely job as a Paralegal with the Department of Justice, and we've bought him enough suits to keep him stylish down there. But as with the exodus of my feathered friends, I have some mixed feelings going on here. Granted, I was sure that with a degree in Political Science he was doomed to at least a year of "Would you like fries with that?", but he surprised me and is off to continue his charmed life elsewhere. I know it's not far away, but it's light years from reading him and his brother a story every night (or the complete collections of "Harry Potter" or "Chronicles of Narnia"), and singing a lullaby in the dark.
He's a little ambiguous, too. As annoying as we are as parents, there appears to be some affection left and he's actually going to miss us, I think. We'll drive him down and get him set up in his new apartment before flying off to see his brother in Ohio where we will celebrate Son Number Two's 21st birthday, to my complete amazement. And then we will fly home to a collection of empty nests, including our own.
In this day of Face Book and Skype and cell phones it's not all that hard to keep in touch. And as we've established, I'm quite capable of taking out the garbage and cutting the grass myself. But I certainly will miss the muscular hugs from this grown man who traveled under my heart for 40 weeks and will dwell in it forever. Look out, world! Here he comes! And he's going to be SPECTACULAR!!!
He's a little ambiguous, too. As annoying as we are as parents, there appears to be some affection left and he's actually going to miss us, I think. We'll drive him down and get him set up in his new apartment before flying off to see his brother in Ohio where we will celebrate Son Number Two's 21st birthday, to my complete amazement. And then we will fly home to a collection of empty nests, including our own.
In this day of Face Book and Skype and cell phones it's not all that hard to keep in touch. And as we've established, I'm quite capable of taking out the garbage and cutting the grass myself. But I certainly will miss the muscular hugs from this grown man who traveled under my heart for 40 weeks and will dwell in it forever. Look out, world! Here he comes! And he's going to be SPECTACULAR!!!
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