There’s nothing quite like it. Having family around, especially when you’ve been apart for some time. It doesn’t matter what your family looks like – nuclear, extended, blended – large or small. Those you love – happy and well – that’s as good as it gets.
“I know it was hard,” I said.
My younger son was safely home after a long day of traveling, and his six-week summer program, completed. He and his brother were laughing together, and I was putting dinner on the table. London Broil and waffle fries, which they adore. Lemon cake, for dessert. The last time we’d had a meal together – all three of us – was four months ago.
“Tell me, please. Other than hard, how was it?” I asked.
“It was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he said.
“It was friggin’ awesome.”
What parent wouldn’t be happy hearing those words? What single parent, especially, wouldn’t be thrilled to have her two sons home together, inhaling dinner as though they hadn’t eaten in weeks, and enjoying each others’ company? At least – for the moment?
Happy kids, happy mom
More than anything, don’t we want our children happy?
I genuinely wanted to know how it went. If it was worth it. The nagging. The drama. The worry. The money. It took moving mountains to make this happen.
I expected the program would open doors, and expose him to a more competitive environment, and other creative kids. I hoped a large university would help him grow. What I didn’t know until last night is that my son loved the experience.
Can a parent ever really know what’s best for a child?
I haven’t gotten the full story as yet, and I imagine a few tales will trickle in when my son is ready. I do know he’s invited a new friend to stay with us, when he comes to the area this fall. The Latvian Guest Suite will continue to get good use from a variety of teens.
As for the rest, I know my kid is about to be swamped with a sizable workload, the pressures of more SATs, and college applications. My job? I’ll be plunging into scholarship search mode, with a vengeance.
For now, whatever comes next, I have the pleasure of last night, and the knowledge that this time, my insistence on reaching for something seemingly impossible was exactly the right thing. For my son.