Off On Their Own

I was spoiled, and I didn't know it.

When my daughter went off to college, she called every day. She still calls almost every day. It's nice. We don't always have a ton to talk about. It's more like we hang out. For a while there she'd call during lunchtime and crunch in my ear. Every once in a while, we have a deep converstation, just to mix things up.

It's not like she doesn't have a life, either. She's rocking in school, president of some honor society, an awesome swing dancer, avid rock climber, assistant fellowship coordinator. She's off enjoying her own life, but she also enjoys my company.

Then there's my son...

Sometimes he'll message me on facebook. A couple of times a month he'll call. And, when the moon is aligned perfectly and I stand on one foot and hold my tongue just right--he's into talking! Those times are scarce, however. It's always been that way with him, though.

When he was sixteen he and I had Ohio to NYC adventures when he went through his modeling phase (can you believe that--he was a male model with a top agency in New York City--no kidding). Anyhow, it wasn't the food, the time spent in the city or a peek behind the high fashion scene that motivated me to jump into the project with both feet. It was those times, usually driving, sometimes in the middle of the night, when we had amazing conversations. That made it all worthwhile.

So, now that he's off on his own, occasionally mommy gets her conversation.