It’s been a while since my last blog – well just over a week. I have been busy watching the World Cup! Just in case, this blog isn’t about the Fifa World Cup. The only person coming home is my son.
Yes after nearly three long years, he has said goodbye to Chester and returned to his family home, in Bournemouth. The fact that he is now home has been met with incrediulity, however! 2015 seems like a complete lifetime ago now. When I tried to imagine my son in 2018… I just couldn’t! After all the work and preparation for life at university – suddenly he has come home. He’s slightly unwashed and very exhausted. The last year, at university, has been strenuous and stressful. There are exams and the massive 10,000 word disseratation to write. The parties and late nights dried out as the level of Year 3 work geared up towards the results of their degree.
I sort of assumed there would be a massive party for all his new university friends saying their fond farewells after three years – away from home . It didn’t seem to pan out like that as his friends all left as arranged with their families. Just like we did. Arrangements have been made to meet up during the summer months. Of course, there will be the graduation ceremony in November to look forward to catch up with his friends too.
SO NOW THEY ARE HOME?
So, now they are home. And the thoughts turn to their future. Now this is something that I could never think beyond. We waved goodbye to our teenage son. We welcomed back a man of 21.
LETTING AGO – AGAIN
This is something that I never realised when we said farewell to our son back in September 2015. Our son was a teeanage boy. He was 18 years old and apart from a holiday (Maga aged 16 – those are the rules) with mates had never been apart from his parents. We had helped him with everything. Cooking. Cleaning. Studies. Taking him to where he needed to be. Now that every day business was gone in a day. We said goodbye. See you at Christmas. And had a good cry! We even got used to this rhythm of ‘see you at the next holiday’.
Now our son has returned home. This time he is back. They’re coming home! He hopes to continue with his education. Hopefully, one day, he will fulfil his dream to become a teacher. But not yet. He does need a break. I wrote a blog not so long ago about my thoughts on education in the UK…
Now he is looking for a job. Under our own roof, he is a man of 21. He is looking for his own way to make a route in life. Suddenly, I can be there for him. But… he is a man! He needs us. He has student debt. We can help practically. What we can’t do is live his life. Now, more than ever, we need to keep a step back and keep that Invisible Thread running. Who knew that even after university, we would be still be here.