RICH MANIERI: For parents and children, it’s the season of long goodbyes | Hartsville Messenger
But even the Supercars didn’t have a car stupid enough for me. So, I dream.
The children, on the other hand, ignoring my plans for their parking spaces, or their rooms, continue to plan their outings. That’s when they’re actually here.
When the children are about to leave the nest, the house turns into a kind of guest room. For them, not for us. They have business to conduct – parties, photos, dinners with associates. Every now and then we spot someone who is supposed to be living here, but maybe it’s just the dog.
And yet, we anticipate the moment when we say “Goodbye”. For real. We give them our best last minute advice, we hug them and go. And by that time, as we peak in the rearview mirror, all the “firsts” and “last” rushes have passed us – the first day of kindergarten, college, braces, birthdays, high school, sports. , group concerts, driving, dating. We hope we did it right. How will we know? How can we?
The house will be quiet; quieter than usual. The cars will be gone, the rooms empty, except for the recalls; soft toys, books, blankets, shoes. They will come back. But it won’t be the same. It cannot be. They know it and we know it.
Yes, they will come back but they will leave. They will always leave. I didn’t understand this when I left the house. I’m doing it now. Billy Joel did: