I can never be mistaken for a stoic. I pretty much wear my emotions on the outside. Ok, so I am a mush… I admit it. If there were a support group for “mushes” like me, I’d probably be leading the group.
This past weekend, my two children, their spouses and children gathered together as my son and his wife prepared for their upcoming move to Chicago. While I have been spoiled and lucky to have both of my kids close by, a wonderful work opportunity leads to their migration. I am split by celebrating their journey and feeling bitter about them leaving.
Yes, I realize they are only a two-hour plane ride away. But I also know that the impromptu visits will end, while birthday and holiday gatherings will alter in frequency.
I recognize that many other parents have children on the other side of the country or overseas. Others suffer far more than I do. Yet, my sadness over their leaving has left me a bit adrift.
It’s a not-so-gentle reminder to savor every moment and take nothing for granted.
I am a lucky man to have two children and their respective spouses who love and care about each other. While my son has assured me that it will probably only be a couple of years, it’s little consolation. I miss them already.
