So, my college boy son wants to come home for a weekend. Already??
As you may remember, right here on this very blog, only about a month ago, I was so sad and depressed at the thought of my only child heading off into life without his mother. A month has passed, my sadness diminished.
Don't get me wrong, I miss him every day, think about him every minute, and pray for him always. However, once a few days passed with him not around, I discovered a new found freedom not previously known. Running the vacuum in my underpants is a habit now, along with not having to shut doors for privacy. Controlling the TV remote in the evenings, reading the newspaper without the sports page missing and pages torn, opening the refrigerator and finding food in it - all things I'm enjoying now, and not ready to give up.
I admit, it will be nice to trip over his size 15 shoes again, and hear him stomping up and down the stairs, but I think I may be enjoying not having an extra person in the house. Does that make me a bad mom?? I hope not. I think it means I'm getting use to the idea of my son having a life of his own. That's a hard concept - let me tell ya' - when it's been him and I for so long. It will be nice to hear "MOM" again, but I know "can I have some money?" will follow right after.
Honestly, he'll probably be with his girlfriend most of the time or on his computer, but I'm glad he wants to come home. So I don't vacuum for a couple days, and give up the remote for a weekend. I'll survive, and when I take him back on Sunday, the separation anxiety will resume for a day or two. I'll vacuum and be over it.
