
Just thinking about how ironic it is to be a Mom of older kids. My oldest is off at Clemson making me proud. Yeah I saw him on national TV when they played NC State a couple weeks ago...he was all painted in purple and orange with a big C on his chest (which sunburned). Last summer I thought it would be our family's last summer together. But he went on a summer mission and so was not home. He called a few minutes ago as he was walking to class to tell me about the career fair at Clemson yesterday. He is really pumped about getting a summer internship for next summer. Seriously I'm thrilled for him. He's so smart and he works so hard I have no doubt he'll get one. And I should be patting my little self on the back....after all isn't this what I've worked for almost 20 years to accomplish? I have an amazing son who is spirtually grounded, brilliant, successful, fun and self reliant. Heck he even calls/texts me regularly! So why does all this make me want to spend the afternoon with an old photo album and box of tissues up in his room?

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