Sunday, January 11, 2009

Children Grow up And Move Out

We have spent the last several days packing up BabyBoy's room and attempting to organize him into general disorganization instead of utter chaos. Shortly, when the sprinkling stops, we will load his bed, chest of drawers, nightstand and entertainment center into the back of DSD's truck and help him move into his new house.

I am not dealing well with this.

I know he is less than 3 months shy of his 20th birthday. I know it is time. But that doesn't make it easier to know that he won't be across the hall tonight.

I am trying to tell myself that I have done a good job raising him and that it is the natural order of things that children move out at some point in their lives. But who will remind him to brush his teeth? Who will ensure he has plenty to eat? Who will buy his allergy medicine when he needs it?

I am completely overreacting. He is only going to be a couple of miles away and there is a chance I will not see him much less than I do now. He really isn't here much. He is with friends, or at work, or at school, or at rehearsal.

But he has still slept here 6 out of 7 nights a week. And I could always peep in his room as I was leaving in the mornings to go to work.

But now he will be sleeping elsewhere and I am having a hard time with that knowledge.

2 comments:

Carl (aka Sofarsogoo) said...

You could try keeping your mind on how, according to your sidebar clock, it is little more than a week now before GW Bush also moves out!

Shel said...

Hope the move went well. I'll be thinking of you.