A man walked into my house last night. He called my mom. I know he belongs to us because he looks so much like me, he has Beloved's sky blue eyes, and he headed for the fridge.
It never fails to amaze me how much Boy has changed. I suppose being twenty will do that. Well, and getting a haircut. When he took off his hat Girl told him his hair looked good. He then made a quirky comment about keeping the hat on so he doesn't have to fight off the women.
He played his new songs for us and I watched his hands become masterful as he strummed his guitar. Are those my boy's hands?
I noted that he just might be taller than his father.
He's sleeping now.
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP
It is a constant struggle to not behave in an overbearing way. Yes, it is. I don't want to be a Smother. I just want to spend every.single.moment with him. Is that too much to ask?
I suppose it is. That's the bitter pill of watching your children grow up.
He has his work, his school, his friends and it's all a good thing. He isn't living at home, playing video games all day.
This will be a great weekend because soon summer will start and both Boy and Girl will be gone.
I don't think I'm ready.
2 comments:
Just enjoy their company while you can, Annie. Soon you will find the joys of having time for just you and your beloved together.
While bittersweet, there are good things to the kids growing up and leaving too! :)
This is all so melancholy. Makes me feel sad.
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