For us it means that our son wanted and needed to come home to regroup for a season before dashing back out to live the life he’s meant to live.
We’re very happy for him that he was able to find a full-time job–with lots of overtime–within the first four days of being home. Not only is the money good, but he is gone a lot. My only complaint is that his schedule is wonky, and we never really know when he’ll be here and when he won’t.
Having him around, or the imminent threat of having him around, has put a bit of a damper on the wild empty-nest shenanigans that go on here at The Love Shack. My husband says it is just not the same now that I have to wear pants around the house.
This isn’t our first time being boomeranged. Our daughter and her husband moved in with us shortly after they were married while they saved up money to buy their first home. It lasted about six months, and worked out well for everyone. I don’t expect our son to be home very long either. He’s already antsy.
People who warned me that attachment parenting would result in children who wouldn’t grow up independent were dead wrong. These two kids fearlessly leaped out of the nest as soon as they were able. I was the one who struggled, not them.
Kids and Money
As I said, our son is antsy. He’s lived on his own, supporting himself, since he was 18. He sure likes his independence, and he’s willing to pay for it, and you have to respect that. I totally get it. But still, I wish he would listen once in awhile to anything his father and I have to say.
I’m getting a bit tired of hearing, after the fact, “You were right about that, mom.” Yeah, I know I was right about that, son. Which is why I told you to do it, or not to do it, in the first place.
But this is the child who refuses to accept any second-hand wisdom. He wants to earn all his wisdom for himself. It’s so frustrating sometimes.
I wonder why I ever even bothered getting any wisdom at all since my two kids–the very people who should be the most interested in learning from my wisdom–don’t seem all that anxious to have me share it with them. In fact, there is just a little whiff of condescension about them both. Like I’m now the doddering aunt who you love dearly, but you know isn’t all that bright.
Can someone please explain to me how it is it that you know absolutely everything in your 20s, but by the time you reach 50 you don’t seem to know jack-shit about anything?
So, after reading all of the above, you can only imagine how extremely well a recent conversation about money went between my husband, myself, and our son. It reminded me just a bit of those old “Your brain on drugs” ads. Only here’s how it looked to me: