My Family on our trip to Missoula, Montana
This past weekend our family spent more than twenty-eight hours driving to and from Missoula, Mt. My son, Coco, has decided that he would like to live there and last week he asked if we would take him. As we all wanted to see where he would be living, and truly wanted to “see him off”, Friday night we packed up our car and began the journey. At about 11:30 PM that night, we landed safely in the arms of our dear friends Mike and Julie in Portland. It was important to me that Julie see Coco at this juncture, because she was present at his birth – and this moment in time is similar in so many ways.
After a light breakfast the next morning we all piled into the car and resumed our journey. We listened to many of Coco’s favorite CD’s while we passed around Turkey and Swiss sandwiches (on Dave’s Killer Bread – yum!). All the while we kept at bay the reason for this trip: Coco wants to see what it is like to be on his own; he is ready for a challenge and it was time to let him go. And as easy as that is to write, it is much harder to actually do it.
This “leaving home” thing is not new for me. Both of my children have spent time living in other countries and have come through the experience quite well. While they were away they learned a great deal about themselves and I believe they realized that they were quite capable (and pretty neat) individuals. I wish every kid could have that experience!
Last evening we unloaded most of Coco’s worldly possessions into a house in Missoula. We did not get to meet his roommates because they were busy elsewhere, but in addition to Coco’s “stuff” I also left an Apple Pie. I want to extend my thanks to his roommates for welcoming Coco into their house and send my very best wishes for this transitional moment.
“Loving someone is setting them free, letting them go.”