Our son Sacha moved to Seattle over a year ago. He is happy and that is what matters.
Though at first, I could not even think about his moving overseas without breaking into tears, then over time I would not cry but was sad and if I thought about it for too long I would become overwhelmed with emotion. Often I thought, "This is how my parents felt… and my mom still feels." When your child moves overseas, or even several hours away from home the day to day life you shared changes, the emptiness is new ground with seeds of longing begging to be planted which cannot be. Instead, a parent should encourage and honor the rite of passage to independence.
And so I waved the proud banner high with only an occasional, "Do you think you will ever move back to Europe?"
Yann and I came to see where Sacha lives, what Seattle is like, where he works… his new life.
It is a vibrant city.
New construction going on seemingly on each street.
We will spend a few days in Seattle.
Hugging, talking soaking in his news, seeing his neighborhood, loving him up close, and desperately trying not to convince, bribe, nor kidnap him to move home.
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