Elder had spring break last week.
So, I was able to check on him every morning. I knew where he was every day. And every night, he appeared at my bedside, lowering his head so I could kiss his blond curls.
And sometimes he would wander about halfway across the bedroom to leave then return to lower his head for another kiss.
He has almost finished his sophomore year of college and will be twenty-one in July. So, a little part of me always wonders if the current break is the last break he will spend at home.
Saturday night, as I was putting dinner away, he hollered, “Mom, come watch M*A*S*H with us.”
And so I tucked the last plate into the dishwasher and wandered into the living room to plop onto the sofa. He promptly sprawled across my lap, sending our border collie into spasms as she had to witness him receiving snuggles she believes belong only to her.
Then, Sunday, he piled his laundry and books back in his car, and he left.
Because he has a life he has to live. A life full of joy and sorrows and beautiful moments.
Because little boys grow into young men.
And moms have to let them.