There’s a first time for everything, and I know we have to let our children grow up.
Today is my son’s 24th birthday. He’ll celebrate it with his girlfriend in Washington, D.C., where he lives and works.
This time last year he was home in Sydney, and we talked then about the possibility Christmas 2008 would be the first time we wouldn’t be together for the holidays. I missed him last Christmas, and I miss him today.
In global families, on certain days the distance is more in your face than others. During my son’s college years, I was lucky he always happened to be home for his birthday, falling as it does in the U.S. summer. The last birthday I had at my mother’s home was when I turned 17. Once children leave for college, most parents get used to them not being home for their birthdays.
Regardless of where we are physically, my son and I remain close, and I have thousands of happy memories of his growing-up years.
I’ve been doing pretty well with this empty-nest-after-college situation, when there’s no more semester calendar, no more holiday breaks, no more ‘guaranteed’ trips home. We’ve seen my son four times in the past year, when we’ve been in the U.S., and that has been wonderful.
Today he’s right where he should be, spending the day with his girlfriend, who’s been working in Washington, D.C. herself and soon returns to law school. I’m so happy she’s with him, and I know they’ll have a wonderful day.
Still, it’s another first for Mom, another step in life’s process.
Cheers to you, G, and Happy Birthday.
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