Last night as I was setting the table, I realized I might miss him. Who will unload the silverware willy-nilly into the drawer, mismatching the size of forks? (Something that drives me crazy & has for years!) Who will make a Leaning Tower of Pisa out of the plastic containers in the cupboard so that when I open the door it falls on my head? Will I truly miss that or will I feel at ease knowing that everything is tucked into what I consider their proper places -- that same feeling I felt years ago when he was younger, knowing he was safe in his own proper place?
When our kids get older, they create an atmosphere of uncomfortableness so it's easier to say goodbye when they grow big-kid feathers and leave the nest. At this point, with only three weeks to go and his feet teetering on the edge, his wings stretched wide, I think I'm ready.
Below is a picture of the pen/pencil holder Alex made for me about 17 years ago. I still have it on my desk. I am reminded every day of his creative spirit, the colorful love that he shares so openly with everyone he meets. I look forward to seeing him grow and spreading more love with new people. There are so many opportunities ahead.
Will it be a push and a shove, or will we fly "wing in wing" into our new worlds that await?
