Jun 5, 2008 | 9:55 PM
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I never lived alone. I never lived with friends. Unless of course you count the summers spent in Nova Scotia at my friends' camp. I went from living with my parents to living with my husband. I don't know the experience of having my own place. That might be one of the reasons I'm struggling with the fact that my two youngest sons, my babies so to speak, are moving out. Yup, they're moving on. Maybe struggling isn't the right word. Well, maybe it is.
They're getting an apartment in Arlington together with a friend. It came out of nowhere. One day we're sitting talking and all of a sudden one of them said to the other "When are you going to be able to go look at the apartment?". I said "What apartment?". "Oh" he said, "the one we're going to move to." Now I know they have been talking for awhile about moving. Saying it's the right thing to do, it's time, etc. But I never expected the conversation to be so nonchalant.
I should be used to them not being around. Jon was away with the Army for over a year and Bryant doesn't spend a whole lot of nights at home. But having their stuff here has always been reassuring that they would be back. Now they're packing up and going. It's been a whirlwind. It started with conversation and wham, they have already hit Craigslist and furnished their living room and kitchen. Jon went out and bought the kitchen essentials, coffee pot, toaster etc. We were in Maine the other day and I bought them all their utensils and such. It's all happening so fast. The reality of it really struck me when I found out they already have the cable guy coming. The cable guy. It is real. They're getting their first month's rent free because they're going to do some carpentry work and painting around the apartment. They're also helping the owner move out, and her being a dentist, are getting free teeth cleanings. It's all working out well for them. But for me? I guess I'll manage and get used to it. But for now, I'm in a sort of mourning. I always thought I was looking forward to this day. I was wrong. My babies are all grown up and it's hitting me kind of hard. I guess this is a new chapter for all of us.
I know they'll only be a few towns away but I'll miss having them around. We try to have at least two or three meals a week when we're all here. I'll miss the "What's for dinner?". I'll miss their arguing (did I just say that?). I'll miss them both. Just today when I was folding laundry Jon walked up to me and randomly gave me a hug and thanked me for being such a good mom. I'll miss that. I guess this is what it's all about. We raise them to be independent and watch them walk out our door, leaving us behind. I can only hope and pray they will bring all the lessons we have taught them and use them well.