Another goodbye.

It’s not even 9:00 am and our boy is already on the road, back to his college town. I’ve already dusted and tidied up his bedroom, turning it back into a sitting room/study for the next couple of months, until he comes home for the summer. Nice to have that extra space, but I’d much rather have my boy and his constant singing, talking, and  observations on life. Sigh.

This goodbye wasn’t too awful, though. Because now we’re in the home stretch. We go to see him in the spring opera in a couple of weeks, and then before we know it I’ll be making the three-hour trip to help him move his stuff home for the summer. I can live with that.

And I have plenty to remember him by, after such a busy week of repairs and projects.

Yesterday afternoon it was just warm enough to wash his 22-year-old Jeep and my new-ish Saturn without freezing our fingers off. We were working together happily when the two adorable sisters from next door came over to ask if they could help. I loved having them work alongside us (though The Boy took me aside and asked me to double-check their work thoroughly to make sure his Jeep was really clean so he wouldn’t have one of his OCD-tendancy freakouts).

I'm hoping our neighborhood kids don't get into the kind of trouble this gang routinely found.

I’m hoping our neighborhood kids don’t get into the kind of trouble this gang routinely found.

The two girls, 8 and 5, were a delight. Bright, hard workers with a good sense of humor. As we worked together, the three young ones who live on our other side rode their bikes and trikes past repeatedly. Once we’d finished the car washing and put away the supplies, I brought out brownies for our two little helpers to take home and went inside to warm up.

Afterwards, the scene that played out as I looked thorugh our front picture windows was great fun to watch. All five children (the two sisters from the house to our west and the three siblings from the house to our east) initiated a “neighbor friendship” for the first time. All of them are old enough now to be allowed to run around in their front yards slightly unsupervised, and I watched the progress with interest.

They spent some time perusing books from our LIttle Free Library. They rode their bikes, trikes, and scooters up and down the sidewalk together, pulling into our driveway frequently. A special friendship formed between the kindergarten girl from the west side and the kindergarten boy from the east side. Tiny heads bobbed up and and down through our yard and occasionally onto our porch for an hour, until I heard one of the sisters from the house to the east call, “Mom says it’s time to go inside!”

When our babies were the same age (we’ve been in the same house all their lives), we were the only family with young children for blocks around. Any play dates had to be carefully scheduled and involved parents driving – no spontaneous games between front and back yards.  Such fun to see our neighbors enjoying a different experience, one that I grew up with myself.

Somehow it’s comforting to know that though two of my babies have flown so far, I’ll now have the joy of watching our neighbors’ fledglings play together.

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7 thoughts on “Another goodbye.

  1. Too cute.
    I grew up in a neighbourhood where we could take off on our own within certain boundaries (and God knows I got into trouble when I ventured too far…and when I got caught throwing stones at boys!). But we now live where such childhoods are impossible. The traffic around the house and neighbouring streets means that even though the park’s 2 minutes away it can’t be done without supervision. And there aren’t enough kids in the immediate area to forge lasting friendships. *Sigh* It’s definitely a loss for my kids. I’m glad the fledglings in your neighbourhood are able to enjoy such fun. X

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      • I thought I would try being less anal once and let the twins go to the park with their friends on their bikes. Needless to say Indy had an accident and chipped her front tooth. Sometimes there’s something to be said for mum’s gut reaction.

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          • Weirdly, lacrosse has become really big around here recently. And our oldest’ university has the national championship lacrosse team. But I’ve never known anyone who played it!

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          • It was something I only read about in Mallory Towers, ie about as likely to happen as Quidditch! It’s not even like I sent them to a posh school. But that’s the trouble when the school gets a sports status: hockey, netball and rounders just don’t cut it any more.

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