At 17 & a half, my son has saved up enough to buy the phone of his dreams, including a protective case and a wireless charger and his very first personal number, lending, I can see, a sweet sense of sovereignty, once solely gained by having a car, and costing him almost as much as an early clunker, but taking him nowhere while connecting him to everything.
Category: Round Two
the firsts of the lasts…
I didn’t have time to really think about the fact that tonight was my last parent-teacher conference, ever.
And to bring it full circle, the very last of tonight’s meetings was with with his collegiate sociology teacher who also happens to be his… father.
While more than a dozen years ago, his earliest conferences in preschool and kindergarten included me, his mother, as parent and teacher.
Empty Nest practice
We are practicing.
Our youngest works weekends this year (his last year at home)–
Friday nights.
And all day Saturday;
And so the house is quiet,
and we putter,
and it is mostly sweet.
I feel old.
Tonight we make boxed macaroni & cheese with canned tomatoes–a throwback to our early years before kids. Only now we skip the baked beans and add spinach.
(And it’s Annie’s, no more Kraft’s.)
The hardest part is eating without him.
The Empty Nest Diary 