I don’t really get to spend a lot of one on one time with my oldest anymore. I mean, he’s 19 and a half now and he works evenings where I work days and we just don’t have a lot of time to really talk much anymore. It’s okay, I mean, it’s not freak out worthy or anything because we do check in with one another all the time; ‘how’re you doing, how’s the job going’ and stuff like that. But we don’t really talk a lot. Not the way I still do with my girls.
But, on Sunday we did.
Liam is taking the week off from work to go to Peterborough and search for a job there because his best friend is currently living there and they want to be roommates. I think this is great, I’m much more comfortable with him living with someone that he already knows and trusts for his first foray into independent adult living than trying to make it on his own or with strangers. So, Sunday morning we took off and drove the three hours to the new place. We had three hours of uninterrupted time to chat, laugh a lot, and talk about his plans for the future. Which I am relieved to know that he has.
It’s funny, there are moments as a parent when you relive what your kids were like when they were very little. And then there’s moments when you start to really get to know them as adults. It’s surreal, but it’s very rewarding. My boy, whom I still remember as a baby, as a toddler, and so on, is now making plans for his future, where he wants to work and live, and where he sees himself in five and even ten years. Not that I want to think of him as ten years older, it’s already jarring to me that he will be 20 this november.
But I’m proud of him. Proud to be his mama and confident that hey, I did a pretty decent job with this one.
Good luck this week Liam!!