Change is a Coming.....

I am sitting in Maria's Room..

(Using her computer)

Amongst the chaos and clutter..

I could go downstairs to the family computer.. but I don't want to..

Normally I couldn't stand to be sitting in such a jumble..( Not that the basement isn't a jumble of it's own.)

but lately I am drawn to be in this room.

She has been going around like a crazy girl.. trying to juggle Work.. Wedding Plans... New Home.. Friends.. Mom...etc..and her room has been pretty much just the place she comes to crash.

Since Mike has moved into their new home.. She too is trying to pack things up. Mainly books winter clothes.. movies... books.. ( Girlfriend has a ton of books) anything she will not likely need or want in the immediate future.
Slowly but surely as she starts to empty her room.. It starts to dawn on me how close the big day really is.

It doesn't help to have the wedding count down clock her Aunt gave her staring me in the face.. ( 65 days.. 6 hours..10 min and 59 sec ) to be exact. UGH !

It makes me feel like.....

and I do ...

A little inside...

Not just about her wedding.. and Her brother's wedding 3 months later..
But.. about everything..

How different things will be around here..

I keep telling myself to get over it.. it's not like she's here all the time now anyway.

But let's face it.. She will be gone... the room will be bare... and a whole new life will be starting for all of us.

I love the way the poet Kahlil Gibran put it.

Your Children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.

They come through you, but not from you.And though they are with you,yet they belong not to you.

You may house their bodies, but not their souls.

You may strive to be like them,but seek not to make them like you.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with his might that his arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archers hand be for gladness;for even as He loves the arrow that flys,so He also loves the bow that is stable.

Change is a happening.. and with change comes some amount of fear.

Fear of what life will be like for them.. and for us.
Often though Change is good. * (Note.. I said GOOD.. not EASY ).

So I will try to ....

What will life be like ??

I feel for Mike's Mom as well.. He has always lived at home.. and in one short weekend ..

He had all of his belongings....moved out.

It was kind of like ripping a band aid off quickly..

It's exciting times ahead.. For us.. and for our children.

I want to enjoy every single moment .. drain it dry.. because before long all this will only be a memory.

I think the poet had it right...

Children come from us..they do not belong to us.

Our job as parents is to try to shoot them in the right direction.

So one by one as boxes leave this room.. I begin to see not only walls and space. But perhaps a new way of life. It's all so scary.. It's all so exciting..It's all moving so fast.
I hope she leaves her day bed...

After all is said and done.. I am going to need a nice quiet place to lay down.