[Note to Readers: If you were wondering what happened to my bi-weekly posts, my life got incredibly busy the past several weeks as you will read.]
I will always remember this week in May for the rest of my life. One day, my son has his college commencement, and by the end of the week, my other son will have his high school commencement. And I am a nervous wreck. Because not only are they both graduating, they both will be leaving home within a couple of months of each other, leaving my wife and I empty nesters.
The oldest just got his first job in his career after graduating college. However, he will have to move to Salt Lake City.
The youngest just accepted admission to Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. However, he will have to move to the Central Coast.
All of this is positive, good stuff for sure.
So why the stomach aches and sleepless nights?
Because I am a parent.
Since I’m the world’s worst worry wart, I lay there in bed each night wondering: Is there anything else that I should teach my sons about life before my parenting influence expires?
Lately at birthday dinners and Mother’s day, I have made it a point to inform my family that “this may be the last time we four are all together.”
It sounds melancholy, but I want every one of us to absorb and appreciate the final moments as the lifespan of the four-member Crosby household comes to a close.
Of course, hopefully our sons will add to the mix partners and grandchildren.
In the meantime, my wife and I will play our version of Back to the Future as we return to the early years of marriage, just the two of us.
I knew this day was going to come, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
I’ve spent so much time preparing my children for their independent life that I paid little attention to how we will live our life without them.