Hubby and I got back into Sac around 2:30pm. We unpacked all our stuff (late last night while I was blogging, Wayne was packing all his books and childhood stuff from his old room to bring back to our house) plus leftover food that my mother-in-law gave us. Her love language is definately in the direction of gifts, and refusing her provision would cause her alot of personal hurt. So we just swallow and take it in. =P
Wayne was a bit emotional last night, as he packed away some old books and things from his old room... reminicing his childhood, his family and the recent changes that his family has gone through.... with one son married and gone, and another soon to move out and pretty much almost gone too. Which leaves his parents a bit lonely in the house, and Wayne got sad from that. He's quite attached with family, and although many people our age try our best to break away from the parental ties and achieve independence... Wayne is a bit beyond that. While he's always asserted his independence quietly but firmly, he's also not afraid to build relationships with his parents and take care of them (he's always scolding his dad about his diet habits). Last night he was worried about how his parents will be sad about him moving all of his old stuff out of his old room. He was reflecting on how a chapter in his life had ended, and a new one began (with me).
Made me think of the lack of normal transition that I've had -- the feelings that Wayne has now about leaving and cleaning up his stuff at his parents' house is something that I never experienced. I left my parents' house in a big rush -- with my survival instincts guiding my decisions. And until now, I never really had to sit down and think about and be fondly reminiscent of my childhood and life with my parents... because relationships were cut so severely and so quickly. Leaving and cleaving was a tremendous leap for me. I think that once our situation is healed and resolved, I'll be able to go through the normal cycle of emotions and feelings that Wayne is going through now...
Posted by Ruth at 12/01/2002
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