Saturday, April 28, 2012
Just Visiting
I went to college in the town where I grew
up. For five of the first six
semesters, I lived at home to save money.
Then during the summer before my senior year, I married my college
sweetheart. We rented a little apartment
just up the street from my parents’ house, and my new husband found work and patiently waited for me to complete my senior year. A few months after graduation, we moved to New Hampshire. From then on, whenever we came back home, we
were just visiting. My parents’ home was
no longer my home. I didn’t think too
much about it at the time, but now that the shoe is on the other foot, I’ve
been thinking about it a lot, especially with summer approaching. As those of you with college-age kids know,
summer means you get your kids back for a while. But for the first time ever, we won’t have a
full house this summer; in fact, we’ll be down to just one sweet baby
bird. After college, my oldest son moved
back home temporarily. So we got to have
him around for a couple of extra summers.
But last August he moved to an apartment. Although he lives nearby and often stops by
for dinner, it’s not the same. He
doesn’t live here anymore; when he stops by, he’s just visiting.
My second son graduated from college last May. He came back here after graduation and spent the summer lifeguarding. He lived in an apartment
down the street with his friends, but he was in and out of the house all summer
long, especially at dinnertime! Last
fall he moved back to Rochester, but he’s no longer a college boy. He has a real job now and rents a house with
some friends. And this year when the semester ends, he won't be coming home for the summer. When he comes home, as he did this weekend, he still spreads
his stuff out all over his old room and naps on the living room couch, but it’s
slowly dawning on me that his real life and his real home are somewhere
else. I know in my head this is the way
it is supposed to be, but I’m having trouble convincing my heart. All I can do is the same thing my parents
did: tell my grown-up kids they are missed and loved and make our home a place
they like to visit.
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Enjoying your blog. Hard to wrap my head around the fact that you are the mother of adults. Love you.
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Thanks, Alice! Hard for me to wrap my head around that fact, too!
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