We’ve started packing up A’s things separating those things that he will take with him to his new apartment and those things I’ll lovingly hold onto as reminders of my child.

He’s a child no longer. I feel split. I’m sorry to see my child go. Feeling a little bit of hurt that he’s so eager to leave home. Yet, I’m excited to see him go have this adventure. He’s sacrificed a lot to help me as a single mom and now he has the right to his own life and his own adventure. He gets the chance to go 3 hours away for school which is far enough to have his own life free of parental interference, but close enough for rescue if there is a problem.

As he gets ready to move out I’m hyper aware of all those things I haven’t yet taught him. Did I teach him enough? In a way, having to be the oldest while I worked graves and nights may have been a blessing, he’s had to take care of things on his own and maybe that is the best teacher there could be.

There is excitement for his sake, and wistfulness for mine.

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