I just returned from visiting my son in Weatherford, Oklahoma. I’m still in awe. He can’t be my kid. His new to him apartment is tidy. Yes, things have a place other than the floor! What? When he finishes with dishes and a meal, the kitchen is cleaned.
I brought goodies, spices, food I thought he might enjoy me cooking, and before I got my suitcase in, the boxes were unpacked and everything stored NEATLY in either an orderly fridge or Sleeping with the Enemy straight cabinets!
Who stole my little boy that I used to dig through clothes on his floor to find? The boy who left dishes under the bed or couch until they grew legs and crawled out.
This child of mine is no longer a boy and I like the man he’s become. I loved being with him even while he studied. He still has the ability to make me laugh with his dry wit, be tender and thoughtful, and sensitive enough to allow me to mother him a bit.