The Absent Uncle: The second view

As life rolls by, events sometimes take a turn that gives a second view of feelings and sentiments that is unexpected, but good, even though the nostalgia leaves a bittersweet taste in its passing.

This past week gave me one of those episodes. Our son, who currently works for a large oil company here in the Houston area, has accepted an offer from a high-tech company based in northern California. The opportunity is a big challenge; one that will test his abilities, creativity, and determination. 

For us (speaking here for me and my wife), we are very proud of him, have every confidence in his ability to succeed in whatever he chooses to take on, and want nothing but the best for him in whatever he chooses to do. 

As part of my retirement, we moved here to the Houston area just short of seven years ago to be proximate to him, but knowing he could be transferred within his employer’s worldwide organization or he could move into some other position that could take him to another locale. After all, his mother and I had made those same types of moves during our working lives. That is a part of life and reality. 

This decision of his did not come as a surprise. He has been using me to develop his resume, sharpen his presentation and interview skills, and spoke openly to us about his frustrations in his current situation and his desire to grow personally. 

Somehow, I put out of my mind the thought of his moving from the area. Houston has such a vast array of choices, certainly something local would be available. 

It was not to be. 

And so, the second view.   

The feelings I feel today are so reminiscent of when he went off to college. He purposely chose a college away from home, one that offered him a scholarship, a great education, and the chance to grow. When it all finally happened (the moving out and college starting), I was shocked at the feeling of depression and irrelevance that I felt. It took some time; some understanding conversations with friends to put it all in perspective and move on. 

As I look at the choices he has made (and making), I am so proud of him. He is doing what needs to be done and accepts the rewards, consequences and challenges that are resultant of his actions. We (especially I) need to do the same. 

It has been a great extra seven years, living close and spending some great times together. An extra chapter that not all parents get to experience in today’s world. 

Just another part of the second view.