Get your own sandwich!

Remember that TV commercial for Subway sandwiches where one guy would have the most beautiful sandwich starting from the inside out? It was just perfectly assembled, lovely and sweet, and you just knew he had been thinking about it alot. Remember how he knew it couldn't last forever, and he just wanted to savour it? And remember how the second guy comes along, sees this most perfect sandwich and immediately starts angling for it to become his?

So I'm thinking our almost adult kids and their very adult relationships inspire the same response in parents. That is, they did in my house. About 6 months ago BGC starting getting serious with her handsome frog prince. Recently, DH, who unabashedly and genuinely really likes the hfp, started feeling pangs not unlike the first guy in the Subway sandwich ad. As in, get your own sandwich! He wanted to bring down a protective veil around her, and try as he might, sometimes he just felt like sticking out his elbows and growling. Mano a mano, they were brohimes. But sometimes, when it was just us taking stock of our lives in the cosmos, DH admitted it was hard letting go.

I felt the same way with #1 son and girlfriends. Of course, all I want for our kids is for them to move into their own lives with confidence and optimism and boundless curiosity. I want them to think about their feelings, unspool them and and turn them over.

Displaced? Moi? Forced to take to the backround, blend in with the leaves, not be the sparkle?
I am reminded of another couple.
Miss Piggy: There can never be another moi.
Kermie: Ah Piggy....It's not easy being green.