Our oldest son is moving out...on his own...in an apartment...on his own.
Gulp.
So excited for this boy, but moving out is...so grown up. I find myself telling him things like, "Always look through the peep hole before you open your front door" or "You don't want candles in your apartment, what if you leave and forget to blow it out?!"
Then I have to remind myself that legally he is an adult. To me, he is still a kid.
It's times like this that the Jewish mother in me comes out. I actually said to him at lunch, "Are you eating? You look so thin."
Oy.
He sent me a text the other day "I don't know if you remember, but one time when I was really young I told you that when I get my own house I am going to ask you to decorate it."
Yeah, I remember when you were little- like it really was yesterday.
So here's the plan...
Gulp.
So excited for this boy, but moving out is...so grown up. I find myself telling him things like, "Always look through the peep hole before you open your front door" or "You don't want candles in your apartment, what if you leave and forget to blow it out?!"
Then I have to remind myself that legally he is an adult. To me, he is still a kid.
It's times like this that the Jewish mother in me comes out. I actually said to him at lunch, "Are you eating? You look so thin."
Oy.
He sent me a text the other day "I don't know if you remember, but one time when I was really young I told you that when I get my own house I am going to ask you to decorate it."
Yeah, I remember when you were little- like it really was yesterday.
So here's the plan...
The apartment is 845 square feet. Oddly enough, they are the same apartments that Travis and I lived in after we were married. It's a lovely older complex in one of the original neighborhoods in our area. Quiet, on the water, and close to his work. Perfect.
He likes modern....so this is what I came up with for the living room/kitchen:
I am so excited to be helping him out in this adventure. His own place. All grown up...
But I'm hoping he'll still call his mother ;)
You have a beautiful son. They are our babies, no matter how old they get to be. He's lucky that you are going to decorate for him. You should get him some flameless candles for his house warming gift. Blessings, Susie
ReplyDeleteSusie, that is a great idea! Thank you :)
DeleteOh- I so remember that day. Four of them-moving out and moving on with their lives...a strange feeling-especially the "baby"....grown and gone...but they do come home to visit and they do ask for advice...and they still open the frige like they still live at home....life is good-very, very good. Enjoy the process, Mom! xo Diana
ReplyDeleteI really am enjoying it. I was not the best mom to them as babies- I took care of them, but the monotony of it about made me nuts! I was much better once they became their own "people". I'm so happy to see them grow up and do well :)
DeleteCongratulations to you and your son! I love that he's having you decorate. My son desperately needs help but hasn't asked for it yet. You know, they do tend to come back home so don't convert his room just yet. :)
ReplyDeleteOh do I know that- I came home with a baby and a pup ;) Loved that my parents just took me back in no questions asked :)
DeleteYour home tour on home talk brought me here and as I'm scrolling through, I get to this post. I'm almost teary eyed! I have two boys. One just turned three, so I feel like there's still a lot of time left, but my older son is almost eleven and I know this is what's just around the corner! That's so sweet that he wants your help with decorating. He's a cutie, for sure!
ReplyDeleteXO,
Christy
I know- it really does go by that fast! Enjoy the time and make some for yourself as well. One of the things I knew I needed was hobbies and interests that extended beyond my kids. Once they are out of the nest I still have things to keep me busy and interested :) Three is such a fun age!! 11 is too, but hold on tight for the teen years- they are rough!
DeleteWhat a great post! It made me tear up a little cause of my two boys.
ReplyDeleteWanna come decorate my home? ;o) My daughter is 26 and she's still my baby. One time when my daughter was 23 she was going to a party and my husband goes "Are the parents home?" Honey they parents may or may not be home but the party isn't at the parents home it's at the girls apartment.... Oh he says. It's hard to believe they're grown up.
ReplyDeleteYou have a nice looking son. Looks a little like his momma ;o)
Carla- LOL! That cracked me up! I find myself doing the same thing with David. He's going to a party tonight downtown.....makes me worry, but you just have to believe that you instilled the right values/morals into the kid and send them off!
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