My son turned 18 and moved out of the house today to live his life the way he sees is best for him. Bravo! I feel at-peace, knowing I did my best as a mom. I feel strangely liberated and eager to start a new chapter of my life.
Chris has wanted his independence for a long time and had planned months for this moment. Perhaps, in a way, I had been doing the same: making remodeling plans for the house, upholstering the sofa, buying art work, etc. The bottom-line is that we all need to move on. Chris needs to grow up and learn what it’s like to work, pay bills, go to college, etc. Eric and I need to continually strengthen our marriage by engaging in meaningful activities: giving church service, running and training together, going on dates often.
The moment Chris left our “nest”, I started placing different pieces of art in his room to see what would look good on the wall. (Sorry IceCube, but the picture Chris put up of you has got to go!) I have a beautiful two-panel abstract painting of a lavender field that works well in my son’s old room. I started thinking, “What color should I paint the walls? What kind of curtains should I sew?” I’m quite excited about the possibilities!
Our family has slowly purged our home of the items that clutter our home. We sold our two all-leather sofa chairs to Melissa, who goes to our church. While the chairs are extremely comfortable, they are too big (scale-wise) for our living room. Chris and Adam hauled away our denim sofabed from the garage, freeing it up so that we can move out things that are currently cluttering the other rooms.
Eric and I ran with the team this afternoon (summer practice). It felt great to run with the team again.