Today I am honored to share with you a guest post written by my momma. Life has changed around our house and in our family, and it’s something I feel even though I am not there myself. Another chicken has flown the coop…it’s been just me for so long that, even in Charleston it is hard to adjust to this new normal…to the fact that my little brother is old enough to be living somewhere other than where he’s always been.
I think it’s only fitting that we share this today on William’s 20th birthday.
I saw his truck today, well, for a moment, it seemed like his truck and the boy behind the wheel with his window rolled down, for a minute, was my Boy! It’s funny how the mind works…you see enough of a real thing to hope it IS your real thing! My eyes saw just enough to send a signal to my brain that it was my boy turning into our neighborhood so he could turn onto our street, into our driveway, and into our house to ask the question of the day…Every. Friggin’. Day….What’s for dinner?
But the truth of the matter is, it wasn’t my boy, it was another momma’s boy…going home to ask her what was for dinner. This past Saturday, we dropped our son off at college and in just a few days he will turn the big 20! Surely this must be a mistake… I am definitely too young to have a son that old:). I still feel only twenty-one myself….in my mind that is…my body, well…not so much!
Times are a changing round here. Our family of six, is now down to four and this momma does not know whether to laugh or cry. There are some benefits to a lesser tribe…we have leftovers now…just tonight we actually got to wrap up, not one, but two, pork chops. This is quite the miracle. Also, our back door doesn’t slam as often, and the laundry pile is not as high, but that smile, boy, do I miss his smile…it can light up an entire room…I miss those nights around our dinner table and that slamming door, well, I miss that too. That slamming door let me know he was home and he was safe and our house was sound.
I knew this day was coming…many days, I wished for it to come, BUT, now that it has come and gone and our home feels his absence so profoundly, I long for more time…more days, more hours with him here. Growing up is hard, especially for us mommas. I miss him so much. I pray that he finds what he is looking for, but most importantly, I pray he always knows the way home! I promise…we will have something for dinner, even if it’s takeout!!
William, you are so loved. We wish you all the success and joy in the world.
Happy birthday little brother!