Two days ago, my son settled on a new beautiful home. I thought I was going to fall on my knees and cry when I walked in his empty room, but I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I kept walking in there different times of the day, trying to evoke some type of emotion. I kept asking myself, “How do you feel about this, Shawn?” And there was nothing, so I would just walk back out of his room and do whatever I was doing before I walked in there. I was cool. I handled it pretty well until I came across this photo:
My son and I in Los Angeles 1990
I got a little tight in the throat and glassy-eyed. I sat down and thought about all the years that came after that photo. I am so grateful that he is a responsible and caring young man who can now take care of himself.
I am blessed to still have a beautiful relationship with my son.
Cherish your family members, and have a beautiful weekend!