
My son’s flight left just a while ago. He called me right before he boarded, I was driving in to work at the time. I wished him luck and a safe flight and reminded him to send me an address as soon as he was able. I kept it real short…I wanted to tell him to not be scared, like I was all those years ago. I remember how scary it was to go so far from home all by yourself…but, I acted like he was just going for a quick visit, a vacation…not a life changing trip, a trip that really takes him from his mothers arms and makes him a man that stands on his own.
I remember when he was small…he took his immunizations without a whimper, because he was going to school come hell or high water, just like his older brothers. And on that first day of school, he wouldn’t hold my hand…he was afraid I wouldn’t let him stay. Well, this time he is going where his brothers have not led, and I have not held his hand, but tried to give him the courage and encouragement to take those first steps. I have no doubt that he will meet all the challenges and crack jokes and wise cracks in their face…he is MY son after all.
I did call him back and left him a voicemail to find when he next accesses his phone; I hope that it will help let him know how very much I love him and how proud I am to call him my son. And I can’t seem to stop crying and get any work done…good thing the boss left early for the holiday weekend.












