The End

In two days the first of my children will be married. A girlfriend sent me an email entitled Endings and Beginnings, and she’s right. Right now, I am feeling very much that there are a lot of endings.

My son walked up the stairs this morning and I looked at him and said, “Mike, that’s probably the last time you’ll ever sleep in this house.” He chuckled. Well,  but he certainly won’t be sleeping in his teeny tiny room with the built in bed anymore, when  he  does come to visit if  he moves to a new city!

I looked over at the kitchen table with some of Mike’s best friends gathered around it for breakfast. From now on they will be sitting around his table, not mine, when they come to visit.

He won’t be doing his laundry here anymore.

  I won’t hear the tell tale click of his crazy anklebone when he comes up the stairs in the morning.

I won’t hear his cheerful “Good morning, Mom!”

I won’t watch him cuddling Buddy the Cat as he eats his bowl of cereal in the morning.

I won’t hear him set up the popcorn maker and pop a batch, which has been  his (almost) nightly ritual! (When his popcorn maker leaves the premises, I’ll REALLY know he’s gone for good!)

I’ll miss his little comments at supper. “Mmm..mmmm..mmmmm”..just like when he was  a little guy.

I’ll just miss having him around. Even though I know it’s all good. Very good.