Letting Go Is Hard to Do
I'm having a difficult time this week. My twenty-seven year old has decided to move out of the house. Most would say, "Well, he should of been gone a long time ago." However, culturally Hispanics stay home till they marry. At least that was in the dark ages so it seems. My son has been living in a six by eight room shich is more like a walk in closet (maybe smaller) for almost twenty years now. I am happy he's decided to take the plunge into life because he lived a hermit like life. It saddens me to say he has no friends. But as a mother, one cannot force someone that age to do much of anything but encourage. When he was working at the Toyota plant, we hardly saw him. He was actually working sixty hours a week. Then on top of things they would do rotational hours; two weeks during the day and two weeks night shift. How did they expect normal people to survive that rigorous schedule. I think it was a plot to have a constant turnover of employees so they didn't ...