Today is significant. If I were to draw a line in the sand to separate yesterday from tomorrow, today would be that line. The end of a part of my life. The beginning of something new. My view from today is much like the view from the top of a Ferris wheel.
Today, our youngest is moving to Denver to start his new job. His career. The rest of his life. Today truly feels like the first empty nest day. The college years merely provided practice and time to become accustomed to cooking less for supper.
Now things get real.
Visits will be fewer and farther between. And shorter.
Today, I’m at the top of the Ferris wheel. And my ride has stopped just for a moment, possibly while someone else climbs aboard at the bottom, someone whose journey is only beginning, perhaps a child going off to summer camp for the first time or preparing to start kindergarten in the fall. If I could shout down I’d say, hang on tight! The ride is exhilarating and entertaining and much faster than you might expect. (Start that college fund.)
And along with the fun, there will be times your stomach will somersault into your throat. You’ll wonder will anyone survive?
But for now I sit at the top. Rocking. And trying to be brave and feeling so proud that my chest might explode. The sun is hot and the air feels lighter and thinner. I am amazed by the view that has sneaked up on me, and I wish it could last a little longer because I know without a doubt, the rest of the trip will be different. Still good, maybe brilliant even, but never the same.
And somehow I also know that for me, the ride down will be much faster than the ride up.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Green Day, Time of Your Life
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them – a mother’s approval, a father’s nod – are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.― Mitch Albom