You know that cord they cut when a baby is born? That’s not the real cord. The real cord is cut when they leave home. That’s about to happen here. Jason is moving out next week. They get the apartment officially next Thursday. It’s only 6 miles away and not out of state like we thought would happen after graduation, but it’s still out.
When I say “they”, I mean Jason and Kennah, his girlfriend. Cue the gasping! Yes, in a “perfect” world (and a much better economy), more couples would wait it out and save more money to do the whole wedding thing first, or they could afford separate apartments if they absolutely had to leave their parents’ homes. But that’s not the world we live in today.
I never understood when my dad told me to wait until I was financially ready to do or buy certain things. I’m seeing that concept a little more clearly now that I’m thinking the same thing about my own kids. I know that he would be better off waiting even just another six months, but I realize that he is only half of the equation at this point. My dad worried about me, but I made it work. I still manage to make it work. I trust that Jason will make it work, too. He also knows that if all else fails, he is always welcome to come home. Where he would sleep might be tricky since I’m taking over his room for my office/crafting space, but that’s beside the point.
So I’m a mixed bag of emotions about this. I’m all for letting kids stay until they’re ready to move out (within reason of course). I think between 21 & 25 is a good age to leave the nest. Jason is the first, though. It’s going to take some time to process. I’m excited and scared for him at the same time. I’m happy to get a bigger space to work and craft in, even if it is in the
dungeon basement. But I’m sad to see him leave at the same time. I’m glad it’s close to home, though, and that his first move isn’t out of state. Baby steps!