In a few days, my son will be moving to Florida. I know, such is life. He has been offered a good job and he has to go follow his future. But it struck me the other day that now I will only see my children once, maybe twice a year. If I am lucky.
So in a few days we’ll go down and help him pack up his things, clean out the condo and put it up for sale. And that will be it. The nest is completely empty. As I mentioned a few weeks ago, my husband broke his arm (Friday of Memorial Day weekend). He had surgery the next week and will soon have his cast off. So most likely, I will be doing a lot more of the packing up/fixing up next week. I don’t mind. I want to give my son a good send off.
But knowing I probably won’t see my kids much, if any, in the future I’m thinking of tossing out the Christmas and Easter stuff. And maybe a bunch of other stuff. It all kind of seems pointless now.