This past week/weekend was full of new adventures and new stresses. It’s very freeing when your oldest moves out. It’s also scary knowing that 1/3 of working “children” under the age of 34 live with their parents. DOH!
I’m not going to make a sappy post about my baby growing up, but it’s both a sad and happy time.
My boy has everything physical he needs to live on his own, and I can only continue to mother him through the mental, emotional and parenting part of living on his own. With being a parent comes more love than you knew you held in your heart, fear, joy, pain and so much more. I love that he is strong enough to WANT to be on his own, and smart enough to make the effort to do his best to make that happen.