Yesterday at the grocery store the check out girl told me that I didn’t look old enough to have teenagers. When I told her my oldest was about to turn twenty, her jaw nearly hit the floor. It was pretty much one of the best conversations I’ve had in a long time.
When we moved to the East, my oldest, Liam, decided to stay behind in Ontario. He had a job he loved and was dating a girl at the time. Even though he had moved out before we moved away, he still came home all the time so the transition when we moved was difficult to get used to. For the most part we have all adjusted here to not having Liam at home with us. Of course, every so often his little brother, our youngest, gets teary eyed when he thinks about Liam. This past weekend we were decorating the house for Christmas and when we put up our fourth tree (yes, I have four trees: mom’s green and gold fancy tree, the big blue tree, the red and white tree and the kids tree) he cried because the kids tree decorating was something he and Liam always did together. Side note: the kids tree is amazing because it has every decoration they’ve ever made on it, any homemade ones they’ve done here and any ones we have been gifted over the years. It’s full to bursting. I love it.
With that fresh on our minds we had a Skype date with Liam the following night. It was great to see him and talk to him and everyone was clamoring for camera space and time to chat. We also started making plans for when he comes here to see us over the holidays. A family photo for sure. Lots of catching up together and laughing, board games and movies I’m sure. But what got to me was during the conversation we had about food.
Liam works as a cook right now and he plans to make us some meals while he’s here (score for me) but he also requested that I make him two of his favourite meals while he’s here. I got all choked up, I admit. My kid, who is a big foodie and a great cook, wants his favourites from his childhood that I make. Nothing says loving from your adult kids like that.
Anyway, now that we’ve become a family of 6 in the house instead of 7, we’ve kind of gotten used to the new family flow. But, no matter where my kids go in life or what they wind up doing, I know that I will always want them to come home for holidays so we can all be together again. There’s nothing I love more than my family.