Well, it’s that time of year, the days are getting shorter and kids are back in school. I know many moms celebrate this time of year, but not me. I always missed the days of just hanging with my kids when school started up. I no longer have children in my town’s school system, but my youngest, Max began his freshman year of college. I miss him.
I knew I would miss him, but it became very apparent yesterday. My dog, Wally had an appointment with the groomer yesterday. I always dropped Wally off at one o’clock while Max was in school, but Max always came with me to pick him up after school. This time it was just Wally and me. Something was missing….it was Max.
I miss our late night watching of The Twightlight Zone, and of recent, eating waffles while everyone else would be asleep. I miss his sense of humor, and his caring nature. I miss his tech skills since I do not have any, and most importantly, I miss him taking out the dog to do his business.
Max was eleven when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. Even at this young age he was empathetic. This empathy continued through my second diagnosis. Max would come home from school and the first things he would ask me as I lay on the couch were, how are you feeling? Have you eaten today?
Being a fourteen year old and knowing your mom has a terminal illness is rough. I am so happy with how Max has handled this situation. I think the key to this was honesty. There were no secrets and everything about my illness was shared. I believe it gave him a better understanding of what to expect, and how we as a family would deal with the unexpected.
Although one of my caregivers has flown the coop, I am delighted, thrilled and so very happy for him to begin this new chapter of his life.