Me on Monday - 9 February

It's a gloriously sunny day here today.  The kind of day that puts a spring in your step and a smile on your face.  A day when you pop to the local Homebase store for a couple of paint 'matchpots', see a display of pretty little plants and buy a pack on impulse. A day when you pop round to your daughter's house and plant a few bits of colour in her front garden as a surprise.  This is me on Monday!

 

There's been a few tears around here this weekend.  The kind of 'happy you've found a new home of your own but boy, I'm going to miss you' tears.  Our son has been gradually piling up all his possessions in boxes on our landing and I've kind of got used to seeing them there.  I was very brave when we had our 'I don't care how old you are, you're still my boy and I'm going to miss you lots' hug on the driveway just before he got in the van.  Not so brave as the van drove off. Pulled myself together, went round to our daughter's house and threw myself into helping her make furniture and put up wooden blinds. Then totally lost it when we came home.  I walked upstairs and the first thing I saw was an empty landing.  No boxes, no guitar cases, no random bits of clothing.  Just carpet.  And I opened his bedroom door and it was quiet and it was empty of all his books and computers and record players and all the things that made it his room.  And I cried.  He's moved out before, but there's always been a 'coming home' date.  Three years in Sheffield at uni, then two years in Edinburgh.  But this time it's long term.  I know it and I'm happy that he's following his own route, settled with his girlfriend and making their new home in London.  But the big part of me that makes me his mum is missing his presence.  My daughter summed it up so well as she stood on the driveway crying too - 'I wish I hadn't taken it for granted that he was here.'  So we've given ourselves a good talking to, I mean, good grief, he is only 45 minutes down the motorway, it's not as if he's gone back to Tanzania!  And he could easily meet up with his sister after work any day in London. 

 

So our nest here is a little emptier, only a few weeks now and our other fledgling will be gone too.  Thank goodness she'll only be five minutes down the road!  

So after waving our son off this weekend, let's pop over and give a wave to Sian who had the idea for Me on Monday.