I am in a state and finding it so very difficult to settle down to blog, write or do anything. In a few days I’m off to visit my son. We have not seen each other since January 1st, the day he left for work experience abroad, four months ago.
It’s hard to imagine that we will soon be in the same room, so close that I can look up at him and we can hug. I think when it happens a part of me that has been missing will return, my heart which has been split in his absence, will be whole once more. What a hug that will be?
Friends will not have noticed how much I miss him. I do not talk of him at length, nor share with the world every day, how much he is missed. Instead, I live life as it must be lived, many many times a day, a fleeting thought will come to me, my heart will skip a beat and I will miss my boy.
This weekend, as I try my best to resist all urges to cry my eyes out at our reunion and again at our parting, there will also be another part of me, a more sensible part, which will swell with pride at the fine young man he has become.
Even though in my heart, he will forever be… my boy.
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