I’m so happy! My son is here visiting for the weekend. It’s always a pleasure to see him. He’s living in
so visits aren’t that often (it’s not
like he lives down the road or over in the next town). We do talk a lot by
phone, but it’s not the same as seeing his face or that sheepish grin he
He’s a good son. Hard-working. Kind (though, I will admit, he has an intolerance for stupidity, which he probably got from me). And, like his father, he makes me laugh…which started in the car on the way home from the airport.
That’s not to say it was always this way. His teenage years were rough, but we persevered. I tried to keep the lines of communication open, though sometimes it was hard (you remember those teenage years, don’t you? Ask a question and get a grunt in response? Yeah, there was a lot of grunting going on back then).
But as with everything, things changed. He grew up (almost without me seeing it) and became an adult and the lines of communication opened up once more, though the conversations were different. He wasn’t the little boy anymore who liked to be read to and cuddled (yeah, I’m a hugger). He wasn’t the teenager who looked at me like I had “Stupid” tattooed across my forehead (fortunately for me, that tattoo faded the day he admitted I was right about so many things!)
Sometimes, I miss that little boy sitting on my lap while I read to him (his favorite story was “Are You My Mother?” He loved the noises I made), but I love the man he’s become and every once in a while, when he looks at me, I get to see that little boy grin.
By the time you read this, he’ll be gone, back to his own home, but until we visit again, I will treasure this time I was able to spend with him.