We did not move to Baton Rouge because my son was living here. In fact, before I even interviewed with the company I called him and made sure he would be OK with it.

Still, there have been real advantages to being in the same city. We were here to participate in the planning and execution of his wedding last year. And house-sitting help is pretty easy to find when we are traveling. And Mama kind of likes having him nearby.

Today we helped his wife and him move to New Orleans. Well, Kenner, bruh.

When you are a parent of an adult you don’t ask too many questions — like “Why are you moving to New Orleans when you both have jobs in Baton Rouge?” So we keep our mouths shut and help them move instead of me asking him “You do realize your mother just buried her mother less than a month ago, right? NOW is the time you pick to leave?”

But you don’t ask, you just help. And pray for the best.

And go to Middendorf’s for fried catfish and a really cold beer on the “way” home (it’s not really on the way)…

We raised him to have his own mind. Even when we don’t understand it.