Saturday morning I got up and went to our local High School Craft Show. I was there on a mission. Only to find myself yet another perfect Raggedy. I was very disappointed to find that my favorite vendor was very low on dolls. She had already been to so many shows, that she did not have enough time to replace with new ones. So either she had some too similar to what I already had, or she had them in pairs which was more money than I wanted to spend. I really mostly collect the girl Raggedies and like to keep my spending to 20.00 or less. So with lip hanging down, I went on about my way. I however did bump into the lady from the previous show and bought myself another resin set. They are just adorable. They are now taking up residency in my little hutch where they will be nice and safe from breakage.
The only other thing I want to share with the world is................................................. that my Son has moved out of the house. I almost cry to think about it. I would cry, but think I have already used up all of my tears. I have cried inside and out and off and on for over 2 weeks now. Part of me is happy and the other part is very sad. My happiness only comes from the fact that now I no longer have to dread him moving. He has talked about it now for a year and I have stressed and worried and tried to figure out how I could keep him home a little longer. He is only 20 and I feel like he was too young and immature. When he was younger, I always thought I would have to kick him out of the house most likely in his 30's. I guess that was just wishful thinking on my part. I just did not think he would leave home so early. Anyway, now that he has moved, I no longer have to stress over the idea and I can go ahead and deal with him being gone. That makes me happy, because I feel like that is a burden lifted from my shoulders. The worry that is. Not my Son. I love my Son and he has never been a burden. But the idea of him moving and the worry of him moving is now gone. He has moved!!!! The sad part is, that I know once they move, they will never be able to come back home. Yes, they can come back home and from what I hear from my friends, they most likely do come back at least 1 or 2 times before they are gone for good. (Suddenly as I type this, I think of the song on the country station with the lyrics Gone for Good, Good as Gone!!) Anyway back to what I was saying before my brain rudely interrupted me, my thought on that is and the sad part is, its never the same when they come back. Things change from the time they leave and come back. They change, parents change. Everything changes and Everyone gets set in their new ways. They can no longer live at home comfortably after having their freedom. They always have the itch to leave again. There is that feeling of feeling like you have no space or privacy. I know this cause I remember moving back in with my husbands parents. It was just weird. All we could think about was leaving and finding our own place. So my heart is sad knowing my baby boy has learned to fly and is now on his journey to a new life away from home. May God keep him safe!!!