School holiday time and our big guy has just headed off for a ride on a big jet plane.
He's been flying solo since the age of five, an unaccompanied minor on a mission for all the goodies a grandparent can bring.
His departure routine has been set by him and stays the same. Our crew is a no frills, no fuss bunch, it's how we roll. The apple has fallen and it's nestled firmly next to the tree. A quick kiss and cuddle before he turns and strides confidently forward, not once has he looked back, it's not his style. I suspect and hope this confidence is a hint of things to come...the kid's got balls!
It was during our last goodbye that I felt time stand still and rush forward all at once.
I know that we will be back at the departure gates too soon, with young men keen to explore, change the world, make their mark and start living their own lives not ours.
As the unaccompanied minor sticker was being placed around my young man's wrist I had a pang of motherly angst for the not to distant future.
A fleeting glimpse to a stickerless time when my minor's have become major's.
The imagined labels I will wan't to cover them in, from head to toe.
Fragile
Handle with care
Precious cargo
Wrong way up
The big jet plane will be returning soon enough and life back in the here and now will resume.
Our eldest will stride confidently towards us a little bigger, a little wiser, he won't look back he never does, it's not his style. The little guy will smother him with brotherly love and I'm sure an immediate re -bonding wrestle will take place. He's not yet five our little one, still he's counting the days until he too can wear the wristband of aviation independence.
I suspect and hope this confidence is a hint of things to come...the kid's got balls!
He's been flying solo since the age of five, an unaccompanied minor on a mission for all the goodies a grandparent can bring.
His departure routine has been set by him and stays the same. Our crew is a no frills, no fuss bunch, it's how we roll. The apple has fallen and it's nestled firmly next to the tree. A quick kiss and cuddle before he turns and strides confidently forward, not once has he looked back, it's not his style. I suspect and hope this confidence is a hint of things to come...the kid's got balls!
It was during our last goodbye that I felt time stand still and rush forward all at once.
I know that we will be back at the departure gates too soon, with young men keen to explore, change the world, make their mark and start living their own lives not ours.
As the unaccompanied minor sticker was being placed around my young man's wrist I had a pang of motherly angst for the not to distant future.
A fleeting glimpse to a stickerless time when my minor's have become major's.
The imagined labels I will wan't to cover them in, from head to toe.
Fragile
Handle with care
Precious cargo
Wrong way up
The big jet plane will be returning soon enough and life back in the here and now will resume.
Our eldest will stride confidently towards us a little bigger, a little wiser, he won't look back he never does, it's not his style. The little guy will smother him with brotherly love and I'm sure an immediate re -bonding wrestle will take place. He's not yet five our little one, still he's counting the days until he too can wear the wristband of aviation independence.
I suspect and hope this confidence is a hint of things to come...the kid's got balls!
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