Sadness. Almost overwhelming sadness. That’s how I’m feeling right now. My son, my beloved son has chosen to suddenly move out of our house. I didn’t expect him to leave for awhile.
Looking back over the last few weeks, the signs were there. Normally, he is quite the talker. Lately he’s been a bit on the secretive side. I’ve heard the sound of packing tape sealing boxes coming from his room. I presumed he was packing winter clothes for storage. Guess I’m naïve. I presumed he would talk over a move with us.
Not that there were expectations (nor should there be) when an adult son decides to leave home. It’s been great (and not-so-great) to have him here. He was going through some really bad times: multiple job loses, & a broken relationship had taken their tolls on his mental health. The time he has spent here has been good. At least I think they’ve been good. I’ve watched his personality evolve. He moved home as a broken man. He leaves a confident man with plans and hopes for his future.
I always knew he was going to move out again…my desire was that he would wait until he had a bit more money in the bank as a safety net. That was probably wishful thinking on my part.
I am shocked at myself. I didn’t expect to go through the “empty nest” emotions again. I thought I’d be immune this time – he has moved out before after all. Looks like this sadness of my only child leaving home isn’t going to be easy to stop.
Oh my Heavenly Father. How You must have felt when Your Son left home for his earth-bound experience. My feeble human mind can’t imagine the love You have for me that You’d send Your only child off to a world that You already knew was going to kill Him. I praise You, Father that Your plan was perfect. Because You chose to let Jesus come to us, I have hope for a life everlasting in Your presence. Because You love me in my fallen state, I have You to lean on to get me through these troubled times. I love You Lord. Thank You. Amen.
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