Friday, December 17, 2010

the boy becomes a man

It chokes me up.

Lunch with my son.

Trying to plan his international move in eight months. I thought that it would be easier to have a son move than a daughter, but it's not. The move is temporary, perhaps a year or two. The distance is long. 26 hours is an eternity for me on an airplane. Realistically, he may never come back. What is it that those in recovery say? One step at a time.  

But then there are plenty of ways to communicate. I will teach him to Skype. We'll always have email... Laptop... air card... but there is no substitute for a hug from my baby.

I didn't realize that the empty nesting would involve concentric circles of further distance. Feeling weepy today.