Several of my son’s friends are still in college. Some are undergrads at ND; others are in grad school or medical school in various parts of the States.
And I can’t help feeling just a wee bit jealous of the time their families get to spend with them during the holidays.
Because I only had a week with Domer.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful he’s got a job.
And wants to work.
But a measly week off at Christmastime just isn’t enough to do all the things we wanted to do.
I’m not alone in my angst. Darling Doggie Dallas is feeling it, too.
He got used to playing “Chase” every night after dinner and now he’s at loose ends.
Domer made the game FUN. He’d hide, I’d encourage Dallas to find him, then he’d pop out and chase him.
Round and round they’d go, until somebody “got got” or the poor Sheltie nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
(The last time I tried recreating it, I slipped and fell face first onto the kitchen floor — you can appreciate my reluctance to continue!)
It wasn’t so long ago that Domer had an entire month off over the holidays. Sure, he had Band duties for bowl games, and I had to brave winter weather driving him back to campus, but it was all good.
And I miss it.
But at least he’s working. Paying bills, being useful, learning to fend for himself outside the protected cocoon that universities often are.
And that makes me proud.
It’s a parent’s job to give kids roots and wings — roots, to ground them in the fundamentals, and wings, to encourage them to soar.
Kids don’t come with an instruction manual. Some parents do “a better job” than others, but often, that’s either luck or they had a lot to work with from the get-go.
So I’m fortunate to be missing my son. My late dad used to say, Every stage of life is beautiful.
It is — Once we get over the adjustment period!
P.S. I love y’all, so be careful out there. Happy New Year!