Spring break has somehow transformed into taking our kids out-of-town into visiting our kids who live out-of-town. I’m not a fan of this drastic switch up. But, nobody asked me if they were allowed to grow up, so, if we want to see our son, a twelve-hour road trip is required.
Facebook informed me that this guy who used to live with us and was born from my body, was now the drummer in a band. We have gone from sharing nutrients via umbilical cord to communicating via social media. This is the way of life.
His band was performing live for the first time during our spring break, so we rented a cabin near campus and attended his concert with the enthusiasm of groupies. We may have embarrassed him with our screaming, but, if we did, we will consider it payback for the time he threw up at Target.
While we were visiting Josiah, Drake, who had to stay home due to his school’s wacky break schedule, was keeping a picture log of his daily activities. His time alone included a lot of wrestling with our dogs and taking them to get ice cream cones, which they ate too fast to snap an action photo. He tackled the task of grocery shopping and bought only the necessities: a gallon of milk and a twelve pack of Mountain Dew. Should I worry about this kid?
As we began our twelve-hour journey back home, I thought about Josiah’s shirts. I had never seen some of them. And I thought about his close friends. I had never met some of them.
How is it possible to still feel worn out from scrubbing grass stains, midnight proof reading, middle of the night fevers and late night ironing when I don’t even recognize all of my son’s shirts anymore?
As I navigate this new stage of parenting, which feels a lot like a growing pain, I’m thankful for the late night phone calls from Makenna and Josiah. I love laughing way past bedtime with Drake, and I’m honored to answer Emery’s tough questions and discuss her complex thoughts until the deep hours of the night.
A fair share of parenting seems to take place in the middle of the night. I guess that’s why I still feel worn out.