We had two that liked their independence. As soon they came of age, they hit the ground running and never looked back. But the one had a similar attitude and needed a good shove.I will keep that in mind. The next in line can't wait to go to college but the third said they are never leaving...
Absolutely! We were just discussing grandkids yesterday and I openly admitted I'm a better grandfather than I was a father. Funny how it's so easy to take things in stride with grandkids that were bothersome with the kids. Diapers don't stink as much and it's easier to clean spilled food off the floor, etc.Catch your breath and enjoy the empty house as much or little it may be. For before you know it the grand children will be coming and that is a whole different world. You will be amazed how great it feels to play on the floor, change a diaper, get kicked while you sleep.. Would not trade it for the world. What a blessing they are.
That sounds like my middle son. He was supposed to be at boot camp, but they post poned his departure for a couple days. He went and hung out with a girl and never told us. So we all thought he was in Georgia.Sometimes it takes incentive!
I recently pulled up to a large tilling job out in the woods for a woman I had never met before. It was a large log cabin with a 3 car detached.
I pull up in front of the place on the dirt road.
A 25yo guy comes out and basically hollers at me "what do you want?" I could tell I didn't like him already so I said, did I ask you for something? He says "What are you doing here?" I said where, out here in the road? He said "why are you parked in front of my house?" I said there is no way this is your house. I just drove 45 minutes into the woods in NH, there is no way I have the wrong place. He told me to leave.
Understand that he was hollering at me (spittle flying and everything) I thought I was in the twilight zone.
So I try to call Betsy (my contact) and have no service of coarse. Looking around I see all the doors open, a roll-off in the yard, the whole place looked disheveled.
Now a mountain of a man in farmer jeans comes out and walks out the drive to talk to me. He was walking and looking all calm so I met him in route.
He sticks his hand out and I give it a shake (no worries about the cold going around).
His exact words I will never forget.
"Sorry about my son there, he just found out today we are moving and the new place is a one bedroom. He will need to find his own way now."
I smiled, he smiled, we both understood.
Turns out Betsy was the new owner moving in later that day. Everything with their closing was a day behind.
My wife and I don't really care when the kids decide to leave as long as they are prepared to go (ask me again in a few years - lol).