It’s thick in the air around here. I can feel it looming.
As busy as I have been lately, I have noticed.
What’s fleeting around here? Childhood.
I have been doing my best to pay extra attention to my boys, to close the laptop when they are talking to me, to listen fully, to answer them thoughtfully. When they want to play a game with me, I drop everything I’m doing if at all possible and I play. When J wants to show me his latest DJ video, I watch. Same with D and those random YouTube videos that college students seem to spend hours sharing and laughing about. (He showed me “Gangnam Style” way before it became a thing.)
I listen, I answer, I play, I watch, because it’s only a matter of time before that won’t be a daily occurrence.
Just yesterday I not only ordered J’s cap and gown for graduation, but also helped D apply for his first credit card*. Although I will always be their mother, when I take care of things like these I can’t help but feel like we’re on the final approach. The training is almost complete.
It’s a bittersweet feeling until I realize that I know I’ve done well, and then I smile.
*You’d better believe I gave the lecture about credit responsibility and we read the terms of the card together to make sure he understood everything.