One of the things my husband and I have talked about a lot is that we want our children to WANT to come home after they are out on their own. We’ve made sure there will be room for them even when they have their own families, we’ve tried to develop solid relationships with them, and we’ve included them in the conversation.
While I would love to always have my kids (and their kids) here for holidays, I never want them to feel obligated to come home. I want it to be something they look forward to. I want our home to be a soft place to land, a place where they are comfortable to be themselves. And throughout the years, we’ve done things with that goal in mind.
Well, we now get to find out if we were on the right track. Last week we moved our son out to his own place. I was privileged to get a couple more years with him at home than most parents do since he chose to do aviation instead of college. And to be honest, as he has become more independent, he and I have butted heads quite a bit. So I know it was time.
While I shed a few tears, I’m actually pretty excited for him. And I have a feeling he will appreciate our home more when he realizes everything that goes into housekeeping.
And so a new chapter in our lives has begun.
And just in case you are worried about his younger sister, she wasted no time in claiming his room for her sewing room.
**Update: Since writing the above, we discovered that the situation Micah moved into wasn’t a good fit, and we moved him back home (though Lauren has not relinquished her claim to his room). It is only temporary, though, as we look for a new place for him to land.