I always thought that growing up would
be the best thing in the world . . . at least that is what my friends always
told me . . . they lied. Growing is not
as fun as I thought it would be. With
growing up came responsibilities. I had
to get a job. I had to pay bills. Income taxes to pay. Car payments.
I had kids to raise. Yards to
mow. Obligations to live up to. Had to act responsible. Houses to buy. And the list could go on and on and on! The wife—along with a whole bunch of others—are
still waiting for that day.
I think that I took a step closer to
that this past week.
This was not something that I had
planned on doing. It was sort of forced
on me . . . by the youngest child. Our
youngest child graduated from college at the end of April. It was quite a milestone for him and for the
family. The wife and I were quite proud
of our youngest for having achieved this accomplishment. At the same time he proposed to his long-time
girlfriend and she accepted the proposal.
Then he packed up and moved to Salt Lake City to be with his future
bride. On Tuesday he has a job interview
and will hopefully get his first real adult job. He flew the coop . . . cut the apron string .
. . abandoned me!
That is a part of growing up. You leave the home place and strike out on
your own. That is what the youngest is
doing. He is doing all of those
psychological things that helps him become his own person . . . helps him
become and individual with his own identity.
Good for him, but I could have saved him the trouble and told him who he
is. But he wanted to do it the hard
way. Behind he leaves his father to fend
for himself.
I have lost the following with the
youngest move out of the house: I have lost my hiking companion (a year earlier
it was his future wife who moved away) . . . now it just me and the bears and
the moose . . . and my lousy sense of direction. Already the wife is warning me that I cannot
go hiking by myself because of the bear.
I told her I would take my Boxer—Maddie, but she can out-run me if we
ever encountered a bear. I’d be bear
meat. With the youngest I had a chance.
I lost my beer buddy in two
realms. First, in the adventure of
trying out all of the wonderful microbrews made in Montana. He and I experienced a lot of wonderful brews
over the years and now I am on my own. I
guess that is a sacrifice I will have to make and carry the tradition on by
myself. Second, he was just starting to
brew his own beer—and it was pretty good stuff, but more importantly it was
free. My free beer source is gone. The financial burden just might break me.
I lost my music buddy who was
constantly supplying me with new music and opening my near elderly ears up to new
groups.
I lost my money drain. No longer will he be popping into my office
asking for lunch or money for a pop. I
just might be able to afford that beer after all.
I lost the lump that usually sat on
the end of the couch . . . but now there is room to take a nap.
Yessiree . . . the youngest has flown
the coup and left the old man behind. It
is a natural part of growing up. His growing
up has made me have to stop and consider the fact that now I have to grow
up. It sucks . . . I was just getting
used to living vicariously through my mid-twenties year old son. But I am proud of him as he sets out to begin
his adult life . . . the future looks bright.
He has a wonderful mate chosen who loves him as much (if not more) than
his mother and I. His family is
expanding. He has a job prospect. He has dreams and plans . . . and he still
calls home to share them with the old man.
He is a pretty good kid and I will miss him . . . but I don’t know if I
can ever forgive him for making me grow up.
Here’s to the kid!
1 comment:
Great post John. Congratulations to you and your family on your youngest's graduation, engagement and future adventure. Sounds like he will be growing up fast. I liked your slow path that crossed my path in NE. I hope you continue to grow-up but I think you have it about right. - Josh
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