Friday, April 30, 2010

TEN LONG DAYS



Have I mentioned that I miss my boy…;)

Oh my goodness, how I miss my boy.

I tried very hard not to text or phone him…I wanted our communication to mean something, so I wrote a letter…Day by day, I would write my thoughts, my questions, and our goings-on…

I sent the letter.



Then…I started another letter…Day by day, again, I recorded my thoughts, my questions, and our goings-on…

I sent the letter.



Day after day passed…And no word came…

By day 10, I could handle it no more...I was understanding of DB not contacting me, as who wants to talk to Mom when you have a whole new world before you? But…I was oh, so sad…

He may not have needed me, but I needed him!

It has been such a transition, as I knew that it would be. I think what is hardest of all is that I don’t have anyone around me who can relate…No one with whom I may share my feelings. Mom commented that she thought I would do okay since I had seen what a wonderful environment he would be in. Of course, I am very thankful for this…

But…

I told her that I have had that boy for 20 years! He is my only son. We have shared and bonded over two decades! How could I not have an aching heart for the lad?

So…Came Day 10…

Midnight…

Entering Day 11…



I could handle it no more…I texted…

He has always been fairly prompt in getting back to me…So, after receiving no answer the next day or the next night, I began to wonder and even worry a wee bit.

The second morning came, and I got the text!

His phone has been on its last legs, and he has been inundated with homework…I didn’t say “I told you so” like I wanted to ;)….

Before he left for college, he had spoken of running, working out, teaching martial arts, riding his motorcycle, reading some novels that he had been wanting to read…And, of course, calling on some of the female sort…

I told him, “DB, you’ll be in college! When I was there, I didn’t have time to read so much as a magazine! My every waking moment was spent in homework and the scores and scores of reading assignments I was given.”

“Of course,” I said, I was a nontraditional student and always noticed that the younger people MADE time for fun, while we who were a bit older kept our noses to our books.” He agreed that, yes, he indeed would be making time for fun!



We shall see…;)

So…Though his car, parked at the curb, brings daily reminders…And the sound of certain motorcycles make my heart twinge…This mama’s countenance is a bit brighter with the receipt of a text.

Love your little ones, dear mothers (and fathers)…For all too soon do they go away.

2 comments:

Mrs. G said...

He will cherish the letters some day, keep writing them!
It must be really hard, I definitely feel for you. :-)

Zebu said...

Thank you, Paris. :)