CRYING OVER SPILT STARCH

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CRYING OVER SPILT STARCH.

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CRYING OVER SPILT STARCH

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Sitting here, ironing my son’s coat for his culinary competition this weekend and I get a little misty eyed thinking bout going through the weekend without him at home. Just a few weeks away from his graduation and I already can’t stand him being out of the house? I think how that may sound odd to people but seems perfectly normal to me. It’s not that he hasn’t been away from home before. It’s not that I want him to live with me forever. It’s simply that I love my son and miss his presence in my house. 

Even when he is in his room, just knowing that he is safe and close by warms my heart. I know it can be a cold, cruel world out there and I have never been in any rush to put my kids out in it. No one has to tell me that young birds must leave the nest in order to learn to fly. I am certainly aware of the fact that my chicks are bound to take a tumble and are likely to encounter rough winds. I am confident in the job I have done, and in my son’s resilience and strength to know that he MAY fall, but he WILL get back up and soar again!

I’m not sad that the time has come for him to start the next chapter of his life. I am not even sad that he is excited about the upcoming changes and moves. I am even happy that he has another special female in his life. All these things prove what a fine job I have done of teaching my son the things he needs, to become the man he is. 

I will miss all the special things we have shared over the course of 18 years : sport practices, garage sale adventures, drama club meetings, themed birthday parties, “sceneic” drives, frenzied tennis matches, lazy movie days, Tuesday pizza nights. The list goes on and on …

There are so many things I know will change. What keeps my heart whole and my spirit at peace is knowing that the one most important thing will always remain the same. 

I love my son … and he loves me.