Get These Kids Out of My House

I’m getting rid of my children. I want them out of my house. I spend all day, every day trying to figure out how I can get them to leave and never come back.

Except for on occasional weekends and holidays.

We spent six years making plans to have a family. We waited for the right time, and until we had enough money. (Which by the way there is never a right time, and you will never have enough money.)

Then we spent nine months having a baby. We did everything right to make sure he arrived healthy. We bought clothes and food for him. We made a room for him in our house.

But the first day we brought David home was the day we started thinking about how we could get him out of that room, so we could turn it into an in-home theater.

Because parenting is really all about letting go.

I’m not raising children to have someone to love me or to take care of me when I’m old. It isn’t to make me happy, or to give me someone to live through vicariously. It isn’t about me at all.

I want to grow both my boys into men who are productive and who contribute to society. Who will, in their own ways, make the world a slightly better place for everyone.

The only way to do that is to foster independence and individuality in my boys. To give them the tools to make their own way, then send them out to do it.

Because parenting is really all about letting go.

So I’m not all that sentimental when we hit milestones like when David doesn’t need me on first day of school. I know that’s a step on the way to him growing into an amazing man. As much as I love snuggles and giggles at bedtime, I’m even more excited to meet the man he will be someday.

Because parenting is really all about letting go.

I’m looking forward to that in-home theater too. I need to go take some measurements for the new seating.