All right, just so you know…I am always telling friends who are parents of young kids that I am so glad I am past that. My life is now my own, I love my children from afar, blah blah blah. I paid for that remark last night. A has spent the last few days at his girlfriend’s side as she went from ER to hospital admission for a particularly virulent illness that caused her to vomit and writhe in pain. After 2 days of x-rays, cat scan, barium, dye, every bloodtest you can imagine and oh so much more, they still don’t know what is causing her illness…toxic shock syndrome, stomach or colon infection…? She is finally getting better, her mom has arrived and A starts a new job on Monday, so he left the hospital in Vermont, calling me first to say that he would be home in 3 hours. We watched a few innings of the Sox game, moved upstairs to watch in bed and listened with half an ear for the sound of the garage door opener. 3 hours passed, 4…I’m starting to think about calling him to see how close he is to home. 5 hours, 6 hours…I’m going to call his cell. Got his VM. Now I’m watching Law and Order reruns, my brain running in overdrive, thinking about the bridges he would have driven across and the thunderstorms…I called every hour and got VM. I wept those painful tears that just squeeze out the eyes and drip down the cheeks at around 3 this morning. Finally I fell asleep. At 5am, I woke up and decided to check his room. I opened the door and saw those unmistakable size 12 bare feet sticking out of his comforter and life was good again. He apparently got home around 9:30 last night, was exhausted after 3 nights of not much sleep and collapsed in bed. I didn’t hear the garage door opener, I never actually checked his bed, thinking that I would have heard him or seen a light or SOMETHING…for whatever reason, I had a bad night and a great morning. So, lest you think that it all ends once they turn 25 and have their own lives, it never ends. They are never too old to mean no sleepless nights.
Happily married for a million years, Grammy, Mom and Mum-in-Law, kitties Sophie and Phoebe and best dog in the world Boo! Community theater actor and director, currently on sabbatical. Happy library volunteer and amateur (translated to lover of) photographing nature. Avid reader (via Kindle on my iPhone) of fiction. In love with Midcoast Maine.