The other day I was talking with Morgan about his life goals, and half jokingly I said he should move to Germany to live with his boyfriend. He looked very serious as he said, “I want to live on my own for a year first, just to know I can do it. That’s what you always said.”
He repeated it to our family counselor tonight.
I just about burst. This was something my mother always told us (well, at least me. I can’t attest for my siblings.), that you needed to know how to take care of yourself so you never felt trapped. My ex moved right from his dad’s home into mine, and it wasn’t until after we separated that he ever lived on his own. He said to me a couple months after he moved out, “I wish I’d lived on my own sooner. There’s so much I don’t know.”
So yeah. At least one piece of advice will be carried on by the next generation.
I’m pretty chuffed.