Upheavals.

That’s what my life consist of at this point in time…

Well, today is the day. D Day. Bon voyage day. Was going to be exam day as well, but the dude at the studio misjudged his abilities – could not marry that to my needs. Dudes, what can I say. We seem to always disappoint one another πŸ˜‰

So, I bought a dress for naught. Stressed for nothing. Got exited about thin air. Have to admit though, it makes for a much less strenuous day, not having to get all dolled up for the studio as well as wanting to cry because the kid is leaving my immediate surrounds! As it is, the last of the washing is on the line. The gift has been wrapped and placed on top of the pile that still has to be packed. 7.5 hours until fly-time. Ziplock packets at the ready to receive their bounty of shower gel and shampoo and other such liquids – don’t want the whole suitcase runny because the bottle burst or something stupid. He’s taking his Kenjitsu swords with – if they allow such weapons in Dubai. And his violin. He’s allowed 30 kg’s – that we have no real way of weighing….

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My two beautiful boys. The main reason I wake up every day. The thing that kept me going all those years ago. The little boys that would leave me notes written on tissues with lipstick on my pillow. The little boys that would wrap their arms around me and tell me not to worry.

Now, they’re men. Busy with their own lives. And mom gets left behind – which is as it should be. Does not make it any easier.

Anyhow, the lamenting should stop shortly. Funny how quickly one gets used to even the worst situations. In a few months, it would be as if he was never a part of my life. At least he had a good send off last night with the buddies. I know my son is loved – there were about 40 people coming to say good bye to him. Not certain if it’s my doing, or just the Universe that’s blessed him with better people skills than I can boast about. Probably just a comfortable personality. Never a bad thing that.

Well, he’ll be home in a while. Then the packing and weighing will commence. Might take a few photo’s of that rigmarole!

Leaving you with an old Joe Dolan song I heard over the weekend – nothing to do with the post, just a cute song πŸ˜‰

Have a good one!

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22 comments on “Upheavals.

  1. I must admit they are handsome young fellow. Which one is going to Dubai? And what do you mean about the dance exam? No exam because of the dude?

    • Thanks Miss P πŸ˜‰
      The one on the left is the one leaving, and yes, the dude at the studio could not deliver on his promise of getting me through the whole exam in two hours so, no exam. I’ll still move to the next level and just do the exam later which kind of defeats the object, but i already have one of those so no worries πŸ™‚

  2. Maybe today wouldn’t have been a good day for the exam. Your mind wouldn’t have been on the dancing at all. You still have the dress for whenever. πŸ™‚ I know exactly how you feel about your son leaving for a far away land. Been there, done that, and got over it. Hugs to you.

  3. Those boys of yours are so handsome; they have such wonderful expressive faces. A sword and a violin — what an interesting combination. Come to think of it, I used to date a violinist who was also a Black Belt in Karate.

    • Thanks P!!! I’m very proud of them both πŸ™‚
      There was probably a reason he had to mess up – hindsight shows these things all too perfectly πŸ™‚

  4. Good looking boys and their eyes seem to face the world head-on. Surely your gift to them. The exam. He didn’t tell you until now? Well, along with the others, it would have been a push me, pull me kind of day – lows and highs – this way you get to concentrate on that wonderful boy of yours and the exam will be at the right time and place.

    • Thanks P – they are quite the centre of my heart πŸ™‚
      As for the exam, as I said in an earlier comment – hindsight brings wisdom in all things πŸ™‚

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