Our only child, Timothy, is home this weekend. Having just finished a summer course at Texas A&M University, where he will be a freshman this Fall, Timothy came home for a break. When I see our 18-year-old, I am both elated and saddened. I MISS him sorely. As an only child, he had much of our attention when he was here. Now driving, socially well-adjusted and quite gregarious, he simply doesn't need us as much. I miss hearing my name called with that regular rhythm that marks parenting in years 1-18. However, watching Timothy navigate the world, handle his checking account, relate to his friends and do his laundry brings me great delight. Tomorrow we will travel to San Diego and visit Timothy's maternal grandmother. She will, though hospitalized and slowly recovering from surgery, delight in Timothy more than I.
I was, at one time, not even sure that was possible. :)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment