Monthly Archives: February 2016

Glad To See You, Now Please Leave!

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Just thinking about this makes me giggle. A few short months ago I was an inconsolable hot mess with my son moving out and going to college. And what makes it all the more laughable is that he’s a mere 15 minutes away. But the point is, he’s not living under my thumb anymore, and boy oh boy was that an adjustment — more so for me than him. Reports tell me he’s adjusted quite nicely. Big whoop.

Anyway, I was glad to welcome him home for winter break. Glad? Who am I kidding? I was ecstatic. I’ve never been happier to cook for someone, or do his laundry. I waited on him hand-and-foot and it was a treat for me. Yes, I admit, I was in my glory.

Well, two weeks turned into three, then four. Suffice it to say that near the end of his mini winter vacation, I was suggesting he may want to return early, to have time to ‘hang out with friends’ before the spring semester begins. Yes, I nearly pushed him out the door and sighed a huge sigh of relief when he left and I finally got my life back. I can’t believe I’m actually typing these words because I never ever thought I’d feel that way. And it only took a few weeks…

I called my mom to see if she experienced anything similar with me or my three siblings when we went off to college and came back to visit. Mom gave me an earful! Of course I’m not the first parent to live through this. It resonated with friends, too. “Welcome to the club,” one friend said to me knowingly.

Before you judge me too harshly, let me set the record straight. I love my son. I’m always happy to see him and he’s welcome in our home always and forever. But I now know that he is able to live on his own. As such, that’s what he should be doing.

I do find it hilarious to think that in a mere four months I could change so radically. When he moved out for the first time I wept for two days straight. Seriously. But then I adjusted to my “new normal.” It just goes to show you how resilient we can be.

There’s nothing more compelling than your child wanting to be his own person and then going about becoming his own person. And he’s doing a great job.

(But hey pal, would it hurt you to throw me a bone every now and then, and come by for dinner? Or maybe just dessert?)

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