On our way to the Nashville International Airport, Boe and I reviewed all the lessons learned during my week long visit. Â First a little Arabic…
DiÂ´ddy DiÂ´ddy is what you say when you hit your head or your arm or some other extremity on something that hurts! Â Repeat over and over while hitting the guilty object until the hurt is gone. Â FaÂ´dush! Â That’s what you say when someone sneezes. Â I think it means God Bless You. Â If a person is coughing or choking on something, place your hand on their back and tap lightly while repeating SaÂ´ha! Â And lastly, when dinner is ready get yourself to the table in a hurry! Â YaÂ´la!
Next, some basic manners. Â Boe, keep your foot to yourself when in the car seat or Sitti will have to take a bite out of it! Â Also, make sure you sit on your teezee (bottom, buttocks, bum) in the bathtub and when riding in your red wagon.
Now, a grammar lesson. Â In the south, BBQ is a NOUN, not a verb!
ASSWHATIMTALKINABOUT says Uncle Mickey!
We’ve arrived now at the airport. Â “No long goodbyes, Boe. Â I will see you soon! Â Chin up! Â Ok.. just one more bite of your toes!
Standing at the curb, I wave and watch as Peter, Breezy and Boe pull away. Â I didn’t want to cry and be THAT gramma. Â But as I walked through the airport terminal every little baby squeal or laugh reminds me of Boe. Â Every sweet kiss and snuggle. Â That baby smell. Â Those contemplative blue eyes.
When my boys were little we read to them a series of books entitled “Choose Your Adventure”. Â In each book, the reader would get to choose how the story progressed and make decisions at each impasse. Â Until they would reach the final destination.
As parents, that’s pretty much what we strive for. Â We want our children to choose their own path, set goals and create their own lives. Â We begin to train them when they are little- pick up your toys, get ready for school, comb your hair, do your homework! Â We continue (with added fervor) when they become teenagers- get a job, save your money, go to college! Â We long to have our own lives back and to be able to traverse life unencumbered by the awesome demands of parenthood. Â Well, at least for a dayÂ or so. Â 😌
So when my son announced that his little family was going to move across the country- 2000 plus miles away- like a good parent, I listened, showed my best game face, and celebrated. Â Isn’t this what I prepared him for all along?
And amidst the confusion, sadness and eventual resolution, there came a profound epiphany. Â Life has a funny way of turning the tables. Â Our children become our mentors. Â Their adventures become our adventures. Â They teach us that we also get to choose. Â And there is, indeed, life after parenting. Â That the world is vast and there may be no place like home, but there are also journeys and experiences and adventures to be had- near and far. Â 👠
So, in the wise words of Max from the children’s book Where the Wild Things Are… dry your tears onehipdiva and “Let the wild rumpus begin”!