Turns out the answers were: yes, hopefully, most of it, YES, more than one, so far, and...no.
And, let's be honest. His launching wasn't nearly so traumatic as it might have been considering he took a great big running start, leaped into the unknown, aaand landed 2 miles from home. He is currently living at home again as we speak.
So...perhaps I should have dialed it down a notch with all of the wailing and gnashing of teeth three years ago?
But now...here we are again. And for reasons I cannot explain I feel I am even less prepared for this next child's first flight than I was the first one.
I ask you, does this look like the face of a child who should leave home?!?
I keep catching myself staring at him and thinking, W-w-w-wait a minute. You mean you're leaving too?!
And then I imagine him looking back at me like this:
And most of the time I'm super chill about the whole thing. I'm all it's all gooood, man and hakuna matata and whatevs...
But every once in awhile (okay, every day...at least once...or a dozen times) I go full blown Carrie Underwood and start running around with my hands in the air belting out, JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL because I. cannot. even.
And beyond the odd quiet we will be left with when our Sinatra-singing Mad Man leaves the house, there is also the sense that maybe we are moving toward other changes that I can't yet see.
I'm not a big fan of change.
Have you noticed?
But for so many years there were ideas and plans and dreams that we tossed out there and the conversation always ended with, Maybe...but not until the boys are out of high school. For sure not until then. Maybe once they've both graduated...
These two? Out of high school? That's a million years away...
And now here we are, one year away from venturing into that mythical land of hypotheticals and possibilities known as Both Boys Are Out of High School.
What does that land look like? I honestly have no idea.
Of course, we still have this showstopper.
Thank goodness. I think we are all glad I still have 8 years to prepare for her departure. Pray that Carrie Underwood comes up with a new theme song for me by then.
Until then, welcome to Preparing to Launch v. 2.0.
Because when I wasn't looking, this one grew up, too.
My Mad Man.
Fly to the moon, Son. Play among the stars.
In other words, I love you.