It begins again, the change, the unwanted tears. My son is moving out from my home and my tears start spilling out.
The odd thing is, I did this once before with him, when he rented a home and I thought he would never return. Lo and behold, he did return to save money to buy a house. He has been living in my basement since early Summer, harassed by our crazy cat at night. He's working full-time and working on his masters degree, so is either in school or at work or out with friends on the weekend -- I rarely see him.
But, still the tears roll out. I know it is time for him to move out and move on and I really want him to have a wonderful life and bring me back amazing stories. I am truly happy he is living his life. He is healthy and very prepared for a life on his own.
So, I tell him to ignore the tears and I decide my tears are under no obligation to makes sense to me.
My tears are my tender spot, a leak. A channel to another river of tears from a few decades back when I really did lose a son to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. But it's ok. They don't need to make sense to me, or to anyone. They are part of the river of being human. The river of love and loss, joy and sadness.
What brings tears to your eyes today?