My 19 year old son left for Florida yesterday to live which finally made it official. I am now an empty nester.
It looks funny as I peek into his room. There are not piles of clothes on the floor waiting for the laundry. No more standoff.....was he finally going to bring them up to the laundry room or was I finally under duress or because I couldn't take asking him to do it one more time going to scoop them up myself. I know in my heart that I shouldn't give in but sometimes when you are the youngest, people cut you a little more slack.
Isn't it funny the things you start to miss? He took the electric guitar and amp as well and I notice how quiet the house has become.
I am trying not to keep the TV or radio on....I have to get accustomed to the quiet. I am trying to give him his space and not call. It's important that he call first, at least in my mind. That way he can feel as though his Mommy is not checking up on him.
This will be a great exercise in impulse control....I'm not sure how I am going to fare.
