Alone 4
Well, not really. I have some good friends. Some in person, some in electrons over the net.
And some (one) very special friends, but my youngest child moved out today to find his own way in the world.
It’s the first time in 27 years that I haven’t had what the law describes as a “minor child” dependent on me.
I have frequently and readily quoted one of my friends: “My God, I’m ready for the empty nest,” said he.
But I’m not sure I am.
God speed, Second Son.
And First Son (that’s the one who fights for George Bush’s lies, by the way) and your wife (she still hasn’t told me what she sees in you, but that’s a different story). And First and Second Daughters and your husbands (I know what your husbands see in you and I hope they recognize how lucky they are).
And life goes on.
August 2, 2006 at 8:40 am
Ok, this one almost made me cry. If (& when) Joe ever decides to move out, I don’t know how we’ll handle it. I do know that Chris will have a harder time than I will, though.
August 3, 2006 at 7:17 pm
As Gene Weingarten put it, our job as parents is to prepare them to move out.
August 7, 2006 at 1:39 am
Whatever, you’ll have a great time now that I’m gone. And now you don’t have to worry about any strange boys in the guest room–except me from time to time.
August 8, 2006 at 8:51 pm
Well, yeah, you’re as strange as the come, I guess.