Calmly, I replied, “Ya, see you soon.”
As soon as I hung up, I threw my fist in the air – Yippee!
When my last son prepared to leave home several months ago, I keep my emotions at bay. I would never want to dampen his sparkling excited eyes. Hired for a longed for job, each of his lithe steps conveyed his eagerness to be on his way.
As he enters his new stage, I enter mine. It is often called what to me is a ridiculous metaphor- empty nester.
I am not a bird.
Nor am I empty.
I am filled with memories.
I sent him off with a smile and a slightly tight hug. None of my sons knew that as I smiled and encouraged and waved, their life passed before my eyes:
That first laugh
Their first step
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