I’ve written about this before, but parenting is changing more and more around here. Possibly just in my head though. One of the offspring moved out of his teens last weekend and milestones like that make you stop and reflect a bit.
It is an odd time of letting go at this stage of parenting, which I am very happy to do. The weekend was great fun: he came home and we had all the usual family celebrations of decorating the house with banners, a takeaway meal, opening presents together and a family lunch and board games. Nothing flashy, just the usual traditions.
And then he went back to his own home. We took down all the birthday decorations on his actual birthday, when traditionally they have stayed up for about a week. It did feel a bit strange, but to be honest, it felt fine, just unusual. I had a moment concerned that we were just eliminating him from our weekend as soon as he had left. Only a moment though.
I am proud and thrilled that he wanted to come and celebrate with us at all and that he wanted all the traditions which we have created over the years. I am equally thrilled that he then wanted to go home and take his birthday with him, because it was his celebration, not mine. It is an odd time of loving two opposites, him being here and him being away, putting up the decorations and taking them down again. I’m curious to know how this parenting thing continues to develop.