Well, I haven't kept up with this like I had intended to. Isn't that life? It just gets ahead of you and everything else falls to the wayside.
So I'm feeling a little sad and just a bit weepy. Why? One of my chicks flew the coop earlier this week sooner then we had been expecting. I'm missing him and realizing that when he comes home, it will be for a visit, not to stay. Don't get me wrong! I'm happy for him and pray success and happiness for him. I look forward to his visit homes and am glad that he is stretching his wings and learning to fly.
What happened, you ask? Well, there has been discourse in our house lately with him. He's a senior and has had a bad case of senioritis. We've been on his case about finding a job for the summer and he's just been haphazardly looking with a lot of outside, what shall we call it? Motivation that didn't seem to come from him! So last weekend, we hear through the grape-vine that a camp that is about 40 minutes from our house was getting a bit desperate for some male counselors. This perked Tyler up. He LOVES camp, it was always a highlight of his summer and was sad that he wouldn't be going this year. Now the camp we've sent our kids to for years is about 4 hours from here and this one is much closer, but still a Christian camp. He jumped on it. Made the call Tuesday afternoon after school, got his application and references sent out the same day and got a call on Wednesday for a phone interview Thursday. By Thursday some of his references had gotten returned (oh, the speed of doing things on-line!) and between his glowing references and his interview he got hired on the spot to be a counselor, barring a bad background check.
I took him to camp on Friday afternoon when he finished his very last day of High School. No time to really process he was leaving. Just a whirlwind of getting last minute supplies and getting him there. I dropped him and all his gear off at the cabin he'll be staying in and awkwardly waved goodbye to him as he was walking away. No hug, no.. well.. he was nervous, excited and forgot about hugging his old mom.
Now I realize that he'll be home a few weekends here and there between now and when camp ends on August 17. He'll be busy with friends, packing up his room, getting ready for college. College move-in is August 21.
So here I sit.. my chicks are growing. I hold on to them as long as I can, but they struggle and fight against my embraces. They want to grow up. They want to fly and who can blame them? That's what God created them to do. I do rejoice in that. I rejoice in their independence but I mourn just a little bit in the loss of their presence in our home.