I watched one of my favorite shows tonight. One of the main character's, a strong matriarch of the family, was talking about her children growing up. She described a scene where she put one of her sons on the school bus, only to watch him ride away, face pressed against the window waving. She said she felt like running after the bus, anything to shrink the space that their growing up encouraged. I'm dealing with my own bus and growing gap. It seems as though every day pulls us farther apart. It isn't that I mind being alone. I just ache sometimes from missing that little boy who needed and wanted me so. Everyone always said we were so close, that our relationship was remarkable. We were and it was . . . Sadly, since he entered the 6th grade, I have become the one person that bugs him dearly; the one person that doesn't understand him; the one person that he can safely say anything mean to without fear, because he knows, even if it is only subliminally, that my love for him is absolutely unconditional. I pray we find each other soon. It is very strange and lonely to not be with him. I do miss him!
Be nTouch
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