Life is a constant change, isn't it?
This weekend I moved my eldest son into his first official "on his own" apartment. We have shopped, cleaned, decorated, cleaned again, carried, cleaned again, and finally dragged the clothing and bedding up the very steep 2 flights of stairs.
Thank God I am in good shape...and I was sure to tell him that as I made my 25th trip up and down the ....did I say this already?...very steep flights of stairs.
The place is complete... with pillows on the couch, comforter fluffed up, and hand soap on the kitchen sink. I felt really good when I left there on Saturday. Well, sort of .....
I was realizing how quickly 25 years have flown by. And when I came back to my house and looked in his completely empty bedroom, I had flashbacks of how many times I sat on his bed and talked him through tears, fears, and happiness. Wow....
His room is empty...all that is left is the trophies on the shelves that he didn't want to take with him. Trophies from years of playing sports, awards, scouting activities, creative writing, you name it...they are left on the shelf collecting dust.
So "moving" yourself is not just with your body, it is "moving " forward through life's constant changes, whether it be a "move" to a new home or a "move" to a new place in your life.
