
My son, Cory is outside washing my car. The one he will be taking to college. We spent the morning hanging out and enjoying some "down" time. I find such security with Cory being home. He laughs. He helps. He gives me doses of reality. I will miss him terribly.
This year he is moving into an apartment. He signs a 11 month lease. He will then be either re-signing or moving somewhere else to finish college. I am fearful he will never live here full time again. He is supposed to grow up and move out but this mom don't want to see it happen. I say this yet Kevin and I had a blast last weekend buying his household goods.
Cory has very expensive taste so we hit the outlet type stores i.e., Marshalls, Ross, and TJ Max household departments. He was able to get quality linens, dishes, and other essentials. He has been a victim of my HGTV shows. He is setting himself up a bedroom with chocolate brown and light teal. He bathroom is plush with chocolate brown towels, rugs, shower curtain and deep red towels for accents. My football and baseball jock is learning to set up house. His kitchen will have a cream and black theme with red plates for color. Funny huh? Who would think my big Moose would enjoy setting up his apartment. He is excited about cooking too. He received a very high end crock pot from a former employer when he graduated High School. He now plans on using the bright red thing to fix meals. His girlfriend bought him a crock pot cookbook. His latest request is he wants a Wok cook book. He said he plans to invite friends over for "Wok Wednesday". I have given him some brief laundry lessons. He learned to iron from his dad after reading in his GQ magazine that ironing is an important part of looking good. Cory will do just fine on his own, but his mama will be a puddle come Saturday night after we leave him. He is a fine young man. He will be 20 soon. Time for mama to cut the apron strings. Oops. He needs an apron...okay that might be going too far.
The boxes to pack Cory are in house. I have sorted through my cupboards for misc items he might need. I am stalling to get started. We agreed to pack tonight after supper. He is truly not going far. He is an hour away. I just know that I need to stay away until invited and let him enjoy his life away from home. His girlfriend is going to college over 5 hours away. She is in her second year. He will have no need to come home every weekend like in the past. I could ramble on and on about Cory. This is my diary but I don't need to be a true bore. I am just having such a hard time today.
Last night, Cory and Lindley just sat with us and laughed and laughed. They are truly happy. She looks at Cory and smiles. She loves my boy. I can tell. He loves her too but I can't dwell on that. I am the Queen! His queen mama. I cannot be dethroned yet. Lol! We were sharing our little love stories and comical experiences with Cory and Lindley last night. Kevin and I just laughed with them. What a great memory!
When Cory was an infant, I would walk him around on my shoulder to fall asleep. At the time we lived in a one bedroom, tiny, TINY, house...well maybe cottage would be better. There was not very much floor space but we walked the floors. He was a hard one to fall asleep and keep asleep. I would sing to him..."only you can make my dreams come true, only you...." I still dream but my dreams are for him and his moving out is part of that dream. I didn't know it would be so hard. It really doesn't get easier.
Click on the Blog Title "Only You" for a oldie but goodie. I cried when I heard. It flooded my mind with memories of a tiny baby boy named "Kevin Cory Friend".
4 comments:
how sweet and I know he will miss his mama (aka Roseanne...couldn't help myself!) too!! He will be close and maybe we can take a trip up and take him to lunch sometime! I would like that too! Don't cry too much! I know you will...so would I! Love you
Beautiful post about how it feels. I know you hit the nail on the head with it. It's so hard. But so beautiful at the same time. Thinking of you today on this bittersweet day.
I dying about Emily's first day of high school, I cannot imagine how you feel. Give him my love.
I feel you pain, been there done that with 2 out of 4 children. I have cried many a tear but of course you cant let them know that, love and are praying for ya
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