My little boy has grown up and might be flying the coop this summer. I have to say, I am glad he let me know so far in advance...he even asked if I would be ok with it. He has 2 job offers in Florida, somewhere by Miami, so I know it is best he goes if he gets paid enough. He is still stuck working with his grandpa, the ex's dad, and I don't like it. I really wish BIL* would have came through with the job in for the city. I actually didn't cry when he told me but I feel the tears coming now. Now we HAVE to get down south.....anywhere down there.
I told him he had to make sure he had money in the bank so if anything happened to his family up here he would be able to get back, reminded him that his sisters...especially Cheyenne...would miss him so he had to visit, that he had to make sure he was going to work year round for the construction job, to start saving his money for the move and to make a list of the pros and cons of both jobs before he decides which one he is going to take. I sure hope I didn't leave anything out. OH, I also told him when he made up his mind he had to tell the family.
I really don't like this but would never tell him not to go. All I can think of is something happening to him and me not being able to get to him before he dies. HATE. BEING. A. PARENT.
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