Maturity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Not that maturity wouldn’t be welcome when it comes to writing assignments in a planner instead of on a palm (epidermis palm, not the electronic palm) or picking up clothes or walking the dog. But when it’s the type of maturity that enables a son to leave home for longer periods of time, this mom’s not ready.
Does absence make the heart grow fonder? This is my son we’re talking about; I doubt I could grow fonder. But the heart does go giddy when I hear from him. Part of his mission trip rules say that we aren’t supposed to be calling, etc. (much). After he was gone for 36 hours I found written on my Facebook wall: “really miss u guys” Not that I want him to be miserable missing us, but it was nice to know that we had not been totally forgotten.
Further efforts to converse have been met with a minimal response. I sent him a text “How are u? What’s it like? R u working hard or hardly working?” In response I got two words: “Working hard.”
Finally today, I hear a bleep and look down and see the little chat window open with a “hey mom” that made my day. I choose to think it’s because he misses me, not that he simply wanted to remind me to buy a new shower curtain rod to replace the one he broke right before leaving. My heart did the giddy thing again. Again I got a minimal response, but it made me happy. When I said I missed him, I got the teenage male response.
What more could a mom want? I mean besides the Bed Bath and Beyond coupon with which to buy the shower curtain rod by Saturday.
© Laura Hedgecock 2009