I am lost in old photographs I brought from my parents' home. Here's one of my father and my son when he was just three months old. How my father adored him. As my boy got older, he and my dad were revealed to possess the same quirky humor. I miss my dad, who's been gone seventeen years, and in a different way I miss my boy, 21 years old now. He has been away all summer in the woods, and will be traveling with friends until early September. And then he will be moving back home. At least until he decides his next act. His plan is still to be a paramedic firefighter even though he's got a job as a track coach. His path will unfold.
Awwww, I know, Baby boys will break their mama's hearts! My son moved out at age 21, It has been five years and I still listen for him chirping around the house, wait for him to unlatch the lock at midnight....I miss him SO MUCH. I see a solution for you, It involves heavy chains and a bolted door.
ReplyDeleteIt's a darling photo -- I see your young man in that little baby. I look forward to hearing where he goes and who he becomes -- I can't imagine it will be anything other than superlative!
ReplyDeleteYou're so lucky to have all these photos! It will be great having your son home again, though I'm sure there will be challenges too, as he's now an older, post-college son as opposed to the high school graduate he was when he moved away. My mom always said one of her most difficult periods of family life came when she moved home after college and before graduate school. She was used to independence, and her parents were not used to her being that grown up!
ReplyDeleteFamily. It is everything and our roots and our limbs and our leaves and our flowers. Growth. Aging. Support.
ReplyDeleteLove.
That is what I see in that picture.