I will spend today looking at the sky, and at the internet that does me the service of telling me when the plane leaves Nicaragua and when it lands in Panama, and then when the next plane flies from Panama to Boston. I will watch the screen, with the little plane icon making steady progress in bringing my boy home after two weeks away.
A photo a day over at Chicken Blog, too.
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Yes. So happy to share your relief, now he is home.
The world is a little too big when they are out there, away.
Of course we love their daring, their growth... but give us time
to grow, too! Will this ever feel "normal?"
I'm hoping, somehow, that it does feel more normal or at least manageable -- that I can get to the right kind of the other side of a transition where I can care and worry in a general, loving, and supportive kind of way while letting go of the sense that it's up to me to be the one shouldering the responsibility for outcomes. Does that make sense? I guess it's a long way of saying, "let him grow up and be the adult with primary responsibility for himself." Sigh.
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