The sometimes craziness of my life.
Elder Son has been sick for the last couple of days. Sick enough to go to bed. Sick enough to call Mom. Sick enough to roust his own skinny little butt out of bed and take himself to the doctor, get a shot, get antibiotics and go back to bed.
Elder Son lives 100 miles north of here. Today, he feels good enough to go to work, i.e., drive his truck to location and supervise workover work on an oil well. Good news. More good news, the location is close to Mom’s house. So, Elder Son is staying here for the night, and maybe, for a couple of weeks. We had gone to supper with friends, but Elder Son didn’t go, knowing that he was probably still a little contagious. We get home, greet Elder Son. He looks good, even though he’s still not at 100%. He’s like, “Mom, I am so tired of sleeping, I can’t believe I slept that much and I’m still so tired!” I pull out the vitamin C, and talk to him about his medications. I’m so glad to see him. Zack and MLH are, as well. We catch up a little, he checks out some new clothes we bought him at the Dillards 75% sale, then we all head to our rooms to settle in. MLH and I are still awaiting a call for a possible meeting with clients at 9:00 p.m.. (They’re from out of town and had a prior dinner engagement.) We get released from that meeting, and prepare to turn in for the night.
Elder son text messages me: “Gone to get something to eat.” I text back, “Okay, see you in a few.” I catch up on e-mails, everyone’s blogs, receive a call I’ve been expecting, and then it hits me - my son is in the house for the first time in almost two months, and I’ve not been able to spend any quality Mom/Son time with him.
I think, “I know he’s not feeling great, but he's working on his computer - I’ll grab my computer and go to his room and just hang out with him for a bit until I get tired or he goes to sleep.” This was at 9:45 p.m. I go into his room, talking to him, and realize he’s not home yet. I could swear I heard his truck drive up! It’s now 10:45 p.m. and the cowboy isn’t back yet. He must have caught his second wind, but I’m fading fast. I have a 5:15 a.m. workout date in the morning.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be…super independent? Self-sufficient? No, that's exactly the right thing to raise them to be.
Better yet, don’t waste any time when they’re home – because they’re not, very much.
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5 comments:
Never had sons, and I think daughters are different. Mine are, anyway. I hear from at least 3 of the four every day
I hear from my son most every day -but with him working on wells and my schedule, 100 miles seems a world away sometimes!
I know our young 'uns will always be around in time for dinner. That's mostly because, as cats, they don't have money for McDonald's
I'm still at the stage of praying my 17 year old can take care of himself in the big world when college comes.
I'm teaching him laundry. He's learning cooking and stuff, too. It's the common sense stuff I worry about. Constantly.
Poor kid, he's an only child. Can you tell?!
Foo - that's funny! As a college kid, I think Elder Son lived on McDonalds. Younger Son hates McDonalds. They are so diverse!
Karen - Both Younger and Elder Son were only children until MLH and I got married, so we totally understand! I bet your son is well on the way to being able to cope, and cope well.
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