Today I watched my oldest son back the car out of the driveway and drive away. Now, granted, he was in a car marked “STUDENT DRIVER” and he arrived home safe and sound with his instructor (who had his own set of brakes in the passenger seat) two hours later, but still. It is a weird experience. I got so verklempt I had to retreat into the house so that he didn’t see me get a little weepy.
But, I realize that’s how this whole thing works. Eventually they do fly (drive?) away from the nest. And that’s a good thing. So, please just bear with me while I get used to the whole idea.
Together may we give our children roots to grow and wings to fly