Thank you for sharing such treasured moments which reflect how it was for me too when my oldest left home for university in Canada. The last night she was home, in the middle of the night I quietly gazed at her sleeping soundly and I silently wept. Your story reminded me of this, which was 8 years ago but feels like yesterday at this moment as Iām thinking about it.
Wonderful story as ever! We had the same experience twice and I could identify with your narration. Now itās the time for our granddaughter Giada. Love to all your family and to your Luca tanti auguri! Bocconi?
"Only the fragrance of rosemary, thyme, and lavender of the Tuscan air, the spring breeze whispering through the cypresses, and the buzzing of bees in the purple wisteria created the symphony of the countrysideās finest instruments as we regrouped in our quartet."
I realized that raising inevitably growing and changing humans is a series of mournings a long time ago. The reassuring news is the fruit of your labors, which in your case is ripening well.
"Throughout the weekend, as I observed my sonās face that no longer carries the smooth baby fat of a little boy but the rough stubble of a young man, I knew in my heart of aching hearts that it was time to let him fly."
It hurts soo much but as mothers shall let go. A person I admire in India told me at the times my twin girls were leaving to London (17~18y)- the important is to assure them that "if anything goes wrong go back home." It helped me because I knew they would do it. They know parents are here to serve! Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for sharing such treasured moments which reflect how it was for me too when my oldest left home for university in Canada. The last night she was home, in the middle of the night I quietly gazed at her sleeping soundly and I silently wept. Your story reminded me of this, which was 8 years ago but feels like yesterday at this moment as Iām thinking about it.
What tender thoughts and lovely details.
Beautiful as always. š„°
Wonderful story as ever! We had the same experience twice and I could identify with your narration. Now itās the time for our granddaughter Giada. Love to all your family and to your Luca tanti auguri! Bocconi?
"Only the fragrance of rosemary, thyme, and lavender of the Tuscan air, the spring breeze whispering through the cypresses, and the buzzing of bees in the purple wisteria created the symphony of the countrysideās finest instruments as we regrouped in our quartet."
I realized that raising inevitably growing and changing humans is a series of mournings a long time ago. The reassuring news is the fruit of your labors, which in your case is ripening well.
Just loved reading this and it was so moving and beautifully written too.
So hard when the oldest child ' flies the nest' too
Greatly admired the beautiful photos of La Foce too. I have read Iris Origo's books
and have always longed to visit La Foce one day
What a delightful series of emotions and thoughts about life and family. Thanks, Sheila.
This is really lovely and touching
A special family. A special life!
"Throughout the weekend, as I observed my sonās face that no longer carries the smooth baby fat of a little boy but the rough stubble of a young man, I knew in my heart of aching hearts that it was time to let him fly."
It hurts soo much but as mothers shall let go. A person I admire in India told me at the times my twin girls were leaving to London (17~18y)- the important is to assure them that "if anything goes wrong go back home." It helped me because I knew they would do it. They know parents are here to serve! Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
A beautifully written memory of an unforgettable family outing.
xoxo...Dimitri
Grazie tante, Amelia! Si, si, andrĆ a Bocconi! ā¤ļø