Aww. I feel for you. My son is a ballet dancer and left to work abroad when he was just turned 19. He had to find his feet in a country where he didn’t speak the language, they spoke English at work though. I missed him SO much. He is now 25 with so many life skills and we are still very close despite the distance. Thankyou for your heartfelt writing 😘
Thank you for sharing this, Deborah. What a beautiful and encouraging peek at another young man and his mom making their way. I'm so glad to hear things are working out -- and I tell myself that they usually do, one way or another. Take care.
All the feels here for sure. Oh my-- you're life's milestones have been coming in quick succession. Good thing you're a runner--good at logging some serious miles! Thanks for sharing your stories. You inspire. :)
Sarah, this post is spectacular. Gutted and grateful, I'm sure. But your son is still close to you. Our daughter went to Los Angeles to college and never came back. We live north of San Francisco. 400 miles is not so very far, but it does require planning. Spontaneous Sunday dinners never happen. Thanks for your stunning work. Susan
Thank you for your kind words, Susan. Hearing about your daughter living far from you makes me think about being on the other side of this coin. Really it's only now, with my son out of the house but still so very close by, that I'm finally wondering what my leaving was like for my parents, especially my mom. No easy choices in this life. We all just do our best to stay connected -- whether 5 minutes away or 400 miles ... <3
This is a lovely piece of home, heart, and flights of new beginnings. I look forward to reading about how you see Max fly high. Congrats to you and Jon on giving him the wings to fly solo. Knowing you are his home must make it easier to leap forward.
Victoria, thank you for this. <3 It feels as if we've been trying for years to get those wings pasted on him! And now we pray he's ready to fly. Certainly our dynamics are shifting, and I think we all have a sense of moving forward, connected in new ways. Hope is my favorite state of being.
I could cliché here about wings, wind but perhaps it's best to say that we can only do our best in anything in life, and hope. This a lovely article, thanks for sharing your steps into new dynamics.
Aww. I feel for you. My son is a ballet dancer and left to work abroad when he was just turned 19. He had to find his feet in a country where he didn’t speak the language, they spoke English at work though. I missed him SO much. He is now 25 with so many life skills and we are still very close despite the distance. Thankyou for your heartfelt writing 😘
Thank you for sharing this, Deborah. What a beautiful and encouraging peek at another young man and his mom making their way. I'm so glad to hear things are working out -- and I tell myself that they usually do, one way or another. Take care.
All the feels here for sure. Oh my-- you're life's milestones have been coming in quick succession. Good thing you're a runner--good at logging some serious miles! Thanks for sharing your stories. You inspire. :)
Aw, thank you, Kristen! Yes, it's all been a bit fast and furious around here. Looking forward to continuing our paused conversation very soon!! <3
Sarah, this post is spectacular. Gutted and grateful, I'm sure. But your son is still close to you. Our daughter went to Los Angeles to college and never came back. We live north of San Francisco. 400 miles is not so very far, but it does require planning. Spontaneous Sunday dinners never happen. Thanks for your stunning work. Susan
Thank you for your kind words, Susan. Hearing about your daughter living far from you makes me think about being on the other side of this coin. Really it's only now, with my son out of the house but still so very close by, that I'm finally wondering what my leaving was like for my parents, especially my mom. No easy choices in this life. We all just do our best to stay connected -- whether 5 minutes away or 400 miles ... <3
This is a lovely piece of home, heart, and flights of new beginnings. I look forward to reading about how you see Max fly high. Congrats to you and Jon on giving him the wings to fly solo. Knowing you are his home must make it easier to leap forward.
Victoria, thank you for this. <3 It feels as if we've been trying for years to get those wings pasted on him! And now we pray he's ready to fly. Certainly our dynamics are shifting, and I think we all have a sense of moving forward, connected in new ways. Hope is my favorite state of being.
I could cliché here about wings, wind but perhaps it's best to say that we can only do our best in anything in life, and hope. This a lovely article, thanks for sharing your steps into new dynamics.