A Boy, his Grandpa and a Horse trailer
Saturday, January 12, 2013
In a weird twist my son pulled away with his belongings at 1:12pm on 1/12. I have no idea why I looked at my watch.
I surprised him. No drama, no tears, or trying to do it all for him. I had things to do to keep me busy. At one point when he was going to his car, I called his name .... and He said "MOM, I'm coming back! It's not like I'm moving across the country!" I said, "I know, but you dropped something." :)
Later on my hubby, son and I are talking. I was describing the sewing table and wall shelves I would like to put into my new sewing room. The look on my son’s face was priceless. I said “Hey, I’m moving forward, not turning back. No falling apart, blubbering and crying.” I hugged him goodbye, told him I loved him and off they went.
Grandpa’s horse trailer is filled with his belongings with Grandpa driving the truck today to haul it. As they all pulled away it reminded me of another day when I had to ‘let go.”
He was around 3 years old and wanted to go with Grandpa to go pick up a horse at a sale. Grandpa invited him. I was a bit unsure if Grandpa could handle a 3 year old and a horse at the same time, but he assured me it would be fine. I remember the truck and the horse trailer pulling away, my son without his seat belt on, turning around with one arm out the window waving good bye to me.
I half expected to see an arm extend out the window and wave. It didn’t.
Because it’s not “good bye.” It’s “Letting Go.”