Woke up early this morning, around 4, but stayed in bed til 5:30, dozing on and off. Having my coffee on the deck, on a cloudy gray cool summer morning, I felt some real sadness today. I don’t know why, but I think sometimes it’s just the knowledge that my son will be living 2000 miles away soon that bubbles to the surface. I thought about my own Mother, and how all her girls moved away, many miles at one time or the other. I remembered how she never ever made us feel guilty about it. How she supported us through it, how she knew that we all had to find our own way.
I took strength from that this morning. I did a guided meditation on Change. Trying to assimilate that change is part of life, and that what my son is doing I can be happy he is doing. It can only be good for him.
I’ll miss him, but I know we will be in much closer contact than my own mother and I were, thanks to cell phones. And it will be good for me too, to actually begin a new life in Avalon (my Florid house), a new beginning. It will be just myself there. I can finally, fully grow into my own being, I think.
Change is hard, transition is difficult, probably for everyone. But I’ll make it through. And so will my son.
I’m really glad we have the family reunion to go to this weekend. I feel like it will cement the family ties more, it will create a wonderful memory for my son who grew up an only child, distant from extended family.
It’s all good. It’s all hard, but it’s all good.
Love and light, all.
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Be kind to yourself. You sound like a wonderful mum.
Thanks Lisa. If I am it’s because of the example I had set for me. 😊
My girl is only two so it is early for me to think about her moving out (ha!), but the thought of it already feels so foreign. Your post made me remember the times I went on adventures – and how my mother was always standing by me. She supported me when I made a crazy decision to move to Greece for a summer for a summer job, not knowing anybody, anyone, just wanting to live life ‘differently’. She supported me when I got an internship in the US. She supported me when I accepted a job offer that made me move to the US, Australia, London, the UAE, Hong Kong, in the span of a mere five years. She never made me feel guilty (fine, until I had my daughter 🙂 ). And you know what? Her support means the world to me. Knowing I could discuss anything with her, and not having any pressure about literally anything, meant that she’s always been my best friend. So, as much as I know about parenting for the two sides, you are doing an amazing job, and definitely are on the right path to be the best friend of your son 🙂 Hugs to you dear LTLLW
Thanks so much shattered. Our struggles make us strong. And set our priorities straight. You and your daughter will be fine, I’m sure. 💗
Ha. When my children grew up (mostly)…..WE moved away. They stayed. LOL
Well….I’m the one instigating this. If I wasn’t moving to FL he’d be staying. But I can’t retire and stay here. Too friggin expensive to live here. So I probably have some guilt too that I’m pushing him out of the nest, even though he needs to spread his wings.