Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Changes
So I find myself in the midst of yet another life change. My middle son, 22, just graduated from U-Maine. He got it in his head that he would try a change, Florida. A few months back, he began talking about moving and trying something new. While glad he has grown to be an independent, well rounded individual, my heart strings are tugging and groaning. Change...I don't like it! A week ago he headed off with his small Honda Civic overflowing with his most prized possessions. Trying to put on an air of encouragement, I hugged him and waved good bye as his car disappeared round the bend in the driveway. Over the course of the last week, memories have flooded my mind...how he talked about dadoos (cookies) when he was three, pee wee league games, highschool events, how he could joke around and make me laugh even when I didn't feel like it. Life is constantly changing. While my mind accepts the fact that he needs to experience life and all it has for him, my heart is calling him home.
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Your story reminds me of many of the aspirations I had during my senior year of college. I wanted to move to New York City and teach there or go to Columbia for grad school. I wanted to move to Baltimore and take advantage of their wonderful teacher-hire incentives. I wanted to stay in Syracuse and accept the job that had been offered to me in one of the city schools. What did I do?
ReplyDeleteI moved home and got a job in my hometown. I commend your son for "biting the bullet" and making his change. What a huge difference that is, Maine to Florida! Although I'm not happy I sometimes regret not going after my aspirations. I think that in the end, I'm probably more like you than your son: slightly averse to change.
Sandy,
ReplyDeleteI can understand your son wanting to make a change, even though it's tough on you. I made a similar move from Georgia to Massachusetts in the summer of 2001. After my dad passed away in '99 and my divorce a few months later, I needed to get away. It was hard leaving mom, especially since there was no other family nearby. Sometimes I regret moving up here. I'm far away from mom and I worry about her. Other times I know I made the right choice, at least for now, because moving up here made me grow up. One of these days though, I suspect I'll end up back down south.
Sandy,
ReplyDeleteChanges. They can be wonderful and heartbreaking, especially when they have to do with our children. Treasure all those memories that are flooding your mind, they will help get you through.
Judy