Monday, October 18, 2010
THE LAST EGG TO HATCH
The Rogue Speaks:
Many of you know that my youngest son, Keil, lost his job of 10 years when the company went bankrupt last October. He was heartsick, because he thought he was going to be working there for his entire career.
Rod and I told him to come to Arizona and look for work while living with us for a while. Rod drove flew back east and caught up with Keil in Birmingham in order to drive out west with him. It is a pretty long trip to make by one's self.
Keil packed his worldly possessions in his car, and there was still plenty of room for two people in the front seat. I was relieved when they made it back home safely!
The job search was long and tedious, but Keil finally landed a job as a greens keeper at our golf club. It is not as much as he was making in Alabama, but he gets to play golf for free, and the hours, which begin at 5 in the morning, gave him time in the afternoon to work on his game.
It has been almost one year now that he came to live with us and this Saturday he is moving into a condo with four other people. It is fairly close to the golf course, and his roommates seem very nice and compatible.
Even though he had been on his own for over 10 years, he is still my baby--my youngest child, at age 31! I really do feel like he is leaving the nest, and I am filled with sadness at that. He has been a complete delight to have around for the last year. He always has a smile on his face, and is eager to do chores, shopping, dog-sitting, etc. My golfing friends who run into him on the course have high praise for his friendliness, and his dedication to his work.
I really feel like he is the last egg to hatch, He is the last one I rocked, and held, and read to, and told to wash his hands before dinner. When he came to live with us, it was as if he had never been away, but had grown to six feet tall over night.
I will miss seeing his sweet smile every afternoon. I will miss having a t.v. buddy to watch the latest dramas with me at night, even though he heads off to bed around 8 each night because his day starts so early. Precious and Mulligan will miss him, too. He has always adored Precious, and Mulligan became his pal to throw a ball to each day.
Oh, for Pete's sake!! He is only moving eight miles away! Why am I so sad??