My son is due home from Las Vegas shortly. I can’t wait to see him. He called this morning from the airport, and was afraid he was going to miss his flight. He said he’d been there an hour and a half and the line for baggage check was 100 people long.
I told him that one of them (he was with friends) should go up and tell them, that they were about to miss their flight. They did, and they got pushed through an express line and made their flight. Then he called from Atlanta this afternoon. His first flight was at 8:30 am, and he’s getting home about 10:30 tonight. That’s a long day. He said he’s so tired, and I’m sure.
I can’t wait to hear his stories, and see his pictures.
But I have to say, I LOVED my time alone. OMG, it was wonderful. I so pampered myself, regrouped. I love his energy around, but dang, he’s also high maintenance, lol. Bursting through doors, telling his story. Electric, lol. But exhausting. That’s one kid that’s full of life.
I think this long trip by himself may have changed him a little though. I think he may be in his first really adult love affair. Maybe. I hope he saw a broader perspective, I hope he lifted his gaze.
He was so happy as a kid, so energetic, always making everyone laugh. God how he loved to make you laugh. Someone tried to crush that in him. Someone made him narrow his vision. But it has resurfaced. He’s raised it back up, he’s returned to the large unlimited perspective of the world. When he came to live with me a 18 months after I left his father, I hoped that would happen. I wanted him to have his joy of living back, without fear. The rest of his life would take care of itself, if he could just believe in himself again. And I KNOW he does, now.
I’m very blessed to have him. I will miss him terribly when we both move. He gives me hope and connection. I love seeing him find his way in the world. I love that he still comes to me and wants my advice, and wants to share his day with me, and I know that won’t change even when there are 2000 miles between us.
So, I’ll wait up for him, give him a big welcome home hug, and hear about his adventure for a little bit before we both pass out.
Dang, I love that kid.
Love and light.
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I can only imagine when all my kids are out and about, argh I will hate that. But I guess it is meant to be that way, and mine are almost ready to fly. I was picturing me as you, missing them and then my boy coming home. Have a great time together.
We did. Stayed up too late looking at his pics and videos. Good to have him safely home, but I was actually ok while he was gone too. Helps that it’s summer, so I can be outside a lot when he’s gone. I’d miss him more locked up in the house.