One of our favorite words around here is ‘penultimate’ – why I’m not sure. I have no recollection if my two sons and I ever got to Lemony Snicket’s The Penultimate Peril, one of a series which we read individually and occasionally collectively when they were young.
Today is my very own ‘penultimate peril.’
I got over it.
All-day meetings will keep college department chair husband busy and not part of the moving in experience either. Future freshman did say if I wanted to help carry stuff up seven flights of stairs to his room, I could tag along.
No thanks. There are elevators, but I have claustrophobia.
His older brother has been in Seoul since early February at his first ‘big boy job’ out of college. He’s currently making plans for his future, none of which seem to involve returning to this continent for an extended period.
I miss him like crazy, but he’s been on the go practically since his forceps delivery twenty-three years ago this December.
Son number two is only going two minutes away, as previously chronicled, but it’s not the minutes – or the miles – but the milestone.
The eldest of four siblings, I only know how to be the first to venture out into the world, the first to get married, the first (barely) to produce a grandchild.
Now it’s time for my youngest, fiercely independent in his own ways, to leave home – even though home will be less than five minutes away. My mom has lived with us since this son, who turned 18 last week, was three. She and I know we’re going to miss him. A lot.
Recently I read two great pieces on sending children to college, one published in a women’s magazine and one by my friend Diane Tarantini.
I miss my sons because I like them as well as love them. Sure, this one will be close by, but he’s started that journey to adulthood that no parent could possibly wish a child wouldn’t make.
So come Friday and future Fridays, Grandma and I will rattle around in the suddenly empty house – steadfastly refusing my husband’s hints we could get a puppy. I don’t need anything to take care of now just because both sons will be out of the house.
Besides if I got a dog, it’d probably just run away, not from home, but to something.
Just like my sons.