All the cool blog names were taken, so my cats, Cooler and Fizler, lent their names. This blog is about our third or fourth mega-trip that Will and I have taken to Vermont every September since the year before Hurricane Katrina.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Don't blink--they'll be grown before you know it.

Imagine if you will, a time 16 years hence. You are awakened by the sunlight streaming in the window. You arise, yawn, stretch. The house is quiet. You stumble downstairs, get breakfast, read the paper, check your email. You dress for the gym, go and get in a good long work out, stop by Wal-Mart on your way home, and arrive back at a home where there still appears to be no occupants. But no, the babe that today clings to your shirt and insists on sitting on your lap while you use the toilet is now, magically and instantly, 6 feet tall, and sleeping so soundly at 10 a.m. that he still does not awaken when you arrive with the groceries. He finally awakes, stumbles down the stairs, gets in the shower without a word, then grabs his car keys while he reminds you he has a job interview. You smile, and stop him for a hug from what seems like a grown man. He whispers, "I love you, Mom." You can't help yourself as you say, "I love you, too....and be careful!" Then, as the door slams behind him, you sigh a long, contented sigh, secure in the knowing that you didn't do the easy thing, but you did the right thing. You begin to enjoy the well-deserved peace and quiet.