You know, it’s funny how life just keeps on moving, and the cycles that you once lived are now being lived by your kids and your grandchildren. And now?
Well, we’re the parents and grandparents that are standing at our door waving goodbye–again–as our offspring get on with their lives.
It seems such a short time ago that it was MY parents who waved goodbye, keeping up brave smiles, as we backed out of their driveway after a visit. We lived so far away that sometimes two or three years could go by before we would see them again.
I don’t even try the brave smile stuff. I just let the tears come, because they’re going to anyway, sooner or later.
This morning we said goodbye to out son Dan, who is flying to England to reunite with his wife and start a new life in the UK. We’re happy for them. Really. But we don’t know when we’ll see them again, and that’s just hard.
I’ve been busy all day, which is a good thing. Taught my homeschool co-op class–Dickens Great Expectations. Packing for a week-long holiday with friends. We’ll be flying tomorrow, and I’m so glad to have this to look forward to.
Once we’re back home, life will soon pick up its normal rhythm and I’ll adjust to having another son living across the ocean. After all, parents down through the centuries have seen their children off into places unknown. Those days must have been extremely difficult for those who never saw their loved ones again, communicating infrequently through letters. At least communication today is quick, easy, accessible–and you can even Skype or use another program to chat face to face over long distances.
Okay, I think I’ve talked myself out of my schlump. Dan and Maria are reunited by now, possibly even have made it to their flat in London.
See? I’m already speaking British 🙂