My son, Rohan, is done with classes and graduates high school in a week. I approach this next phase of his life with reluctance and pride. Reluctance, because when he leaves for college, he will leave me with an empty nest. Pride, because of the young man that he has become.
While everything he owns still ends up on the floor — and he never picks up after himself — he has a kindness of spirit, and goodness of heart that can’t be taught. Secretly, I don’t want him to grow up, or leave. My motives are purely selfish, but I do understand the rites of passage.
I recall thinking what was the big deal as I left my home and family in India, and moved to America. My mothers tear-filled eyes vivid in my memory. Now I understand. Not wanting my son to move even 30 minutes away.
I now cherish each evening with him. Talking sports, watching his silly dance moves and making an imaginary pizza on his back – a recreational attempt at an impromptu massage. My children make me weak, and I am not looking forward to being an empty nester. Fortunately, he does not leave for college till the fall. And I want to make the most of his time at home.
About Hemant Rustogi
Beautifully written, beautifully expressed and beautifully accurate.