My second son Jordan has been the unsung hero of the family of late. He is the one who took care of me when I first came home from the hospital. He was the one who drove his little brother all over the place during my hospital stay. He is the one who came home during Jeff's back surgery two years ago. He does the things at home that most don't see. But it is time for him to move on.
He is still evaluating his options for his future. Now that I am almost back at work, it is time for him to move on. He has established himself as one of the louder and more colorful Wada cousin offspring.
One of the joys of being home is to watch the boys interact. There is the typical infighting, but when Jeff comes over, somehow the family cohesion takes over. There is a comfortableness among the persistent verbal jabbing at each other.
One of the joys of parenthood is to see how they develop and start their own lives in spite of how we raised them. The negative traits are easy to pick out, but the positive ones that make their foundation are the ones we take pride in.
As I see the boys move on, I have to put myself in that position too. I can't keep doing the same things as in the past. Board memberships will decrease, meetings will no longer take up every week night, I will hopefully see more of the sky than the inside of a gym on the weekend.
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