Cue the trumpets.
Our eldest son has moved home. Okay, granted, he does not want to do this. Granted, he described this as “extremely temporary” while he looks for a job as a geologist, fresh out of UC Davis with his degree. Granted, when I begged him to move home several months ago, all you could hear were crickets.
Our eldest son has moved home. Okay, granted, he does not want to do this. Granted, he described this as “extremely temporary” while he looks for a job as a geologist, fresh out of UC Davis with his degree. Granted, when I begged him to move home several months ago, all you could hear were crickets.
But I’m so excited I’m giddy. Just think of all the Scrabble games, jokes,
stories, outings, discussions about the universe, and reasons to make more
pies.
Yesterday a friend of his came
over and we cooked, played games, watched TV, and visited all day. I am in my comfort zone, square and center. (And it doesn’t hurt that he can offer me
computer help on demand. I mean on
request.)
Truth be told, I wish all my kids
could do this. I have no problem
refilling my nest and only wish I could turn back the clock and raise them all
over again. Of course, none of them want
to be parented anymore, but that actually works for me, because all I really
want to do is play with them, anyway.
On holidays I get a little glimpse
of the fun this would be, with Christmas music blaring and everyone bustling in
the kitchen. Some of the kids are
designing the gingerbread house,
our daughter is rolling out the Norwegian Lefse
she learned to make on her mission, fudge is being stirred, Bratseli cookies
are steaming in their waffle iron,
the red velvet cake is made,
games are underway, and the dog is running around in a Santa suit.
Organized chaos with
everyone laughing—that’s heaven, right?
“Grown children don’t want to hang out
with their parents,” I was warned by a friend.
“He’s going to be gone more than he’s going to be there.” Yes, I realize there’s a more realistic side
to this twinkling coin of mine. And that
is exactly why parents have the washing machines, beds, refrigerators and WiFi that gives the kids an excuse to come over.
And did I mention pie?
Have you subscribed to my YouTube Mom
channel here, yet? Among other life
skills on there, I can show you how to make absolutely killer pies. Check it out!
I am happy for you Joni! I know exactly how you feel. That is one thing that generations decades ago had as an advantage over our generation today-a more insular family. Families that lived in the same neighborhood,or even in the same house (like the Archie Bunker model-LOL). However dysfunctional it seems to us in retrospect, I think having families that are in closer proximity to one another have less health issues, less depression, and do better overall, than those who live so far away from one another as to have limited contact, or never have but one contact a year or less.
ReplyDeleteI so agree, Susan! Thanks for this great comment.
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