I’ve lived in Massachusetts for just over 20 years, and for 16 of those years, at least one of my children has lived here as well – either here in Cochituate with me and Mary, or somewhere nearby. That all ended today, when my youngest son struck out on his own, hoping to find happiness and independence in North Carolina.
While I’m surprisingly wistful about finally having a truly empty nest, I realize that it really is what a parent strives for – to raise children who can make their own decisions and plot their own courses. Always the pragmatist, I can hardly think of a better gift.
leading me home
a trusty old greyhound