My son recently graduated and moved out of town. Needless to say, I'M NOT READY. |
What is this I see before me; the second I walk in the door? It appears to be all of your treasures stacked in a pile on the floor. Your golf clubs, a skateboard, a gym bag, A blacklight and poster of a band. And all of a sudden it hits me, My legs become too weak to stand. My mind races back eighteen years, to the very first time I held you you. Oh my God, how I loved you immediately, I can't believe how our time flew. I then return to the present, "Oh no! He can't do this to me!" I've got it, I'll ground him forever, and that way I'll know where he'll be. There are bars you can buy for the windows, Let's just see him take off with that bag! And then reality hits, oh God I hate that. Reality can be such a drag! So how would a mature mother handle this? I really don't know where to start. The internet? A book? There must be someone who can tell me how to unbreak my heart. Well, there is really no time for research, with his bags full of his living gear. I'll just tell him how I feel about him and guilt him into staying right here. So he comes in and says, "Hey, whats up mom"? What's wrong? Have you been crying? Why? I respond . . . "Tsk, no I don't think so! I was cleaning and got dust in my eye." So being the expert on parenting I decide the truth might be best. "Yes, I was crying, I've something to say before you take flight from our nest." I want you to know that I love you, I believe in you and know that it's time. Time for you to be on your own Even though I feel left behind. The pride that I have is enormous To the world I have given this gift. You are caring, and loving and oh so much fun Take care, I'll miss you ... I say with a sniff. He doesn't know quite what to say now, He knows I'm not the mushy kind. He nods and heads out the door I know he thinks I've lost my mind. I sit there alone in the house now While he's looking outside for his dad, to ask if I'm on any medication because he's never seen me so sad. What is this I see before me? Nothing. I can't see through the tears. So Brian, I'll smile and kiss you goodbye, and cherish the past 18 years. |