Late last night while I was sitting in my office preparing to write this post I heard the sound of keys dangling in the door. Patrick’s English final had ended at 4 p.m that afternoon so he was supposed to be home anytime after eleven, and I immediately looked up from my computer.
The first words I heard were, “Hey Mom,” and then I saw Michael –not Patrick--toss his keys down and glide past the French doors toward the kitchen. He was home from his night out with friends, and when I saw him I couldn’t help but notice a rush of relief pass through my body.
Hmm... I wondered.
Does every mother who has a teenage boy driving on wet, rainy streets feel an amazing sense of contentment each time they come bumbling through the front door?
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Minutes later there was more noise. A thud against the door and then Stella was yelping and pawing the doorknob while it turned, and in walked Patrick with his own bellowing, “Hey Momma!”
I was already at the door ready with a big hug when I turned around and glimpsed Michael coming from around the corner. I stood back and watched them both greet each other with a big bear hug and once again I felt the world slowing down around me.
My twenty year old son and my seventeen year old son were both home and looking strong and healthy. And the sound of their deep voices had flooded my senses with sheer happiness.
My Thanksgiving was already perfect.
And the warm food and loud family conversations and typical chaos had not even happened yet.
I’ve been happily reminded that anything that goes ‘wrong’ today will only be the small stuff.
And I will focus on seeing the tiny, beautiful, meaningful moments
Wishing you a day filled with gratitude. Thank you dear readers for being here.