Our departure day was just around the corner. Close enough for emotions to become quirky along with the interesting reactions from each of our adult children.
The kids held an open house in our honor – inviting friends to drop by to see us. A baby shower for our new grandson brought us together again the next day. And they each lingered – playing cards, holding sleeping baby, inhaling helium (that’s another story – but those who know, know!).
A coffee date. A lunch date. A dinner date. A birthday.
“I want to see you before you head off,” a son says over the phone. Another tells us he loves us – we never get too old to hear those words.
It’s all worth it to see how each of our grown-up kids process that Mom and Dad will be gone for awhile. Not just a weekend, or a week, but a few months.
Just us girls went for pedicures. The discussion turned to how each were going to get to the airport at 0-dark-thirty to see us off.
I told them we understood not everyone would be able to make it.
“Are you kidding?!” was the response.
It’s really different being on this end of it all. I mean, the one who is leaving.
For me, in particular, I’ve always been the one waving goodbye….watching, as my loved ones walked down the terminal out of my sight.
Sometimes that’s the harder place to be.
Yeah, the emotions are a little quirky.