I love my life! I'm not exaggerating. I seriously love my career, being single, being 50, being a woman, living alone. I'm in a great place emotionally and spiritually. It's all going so well...........
Enter this young man.
My youngest son finishes his tour of duty with the U.S. Air Force in October and will begin classes at Drury University. Proud? Oh yes and more. So thankful everyday he's healthy and happy, And, uhm......he's opinionated, he's passionate, and not afraid to share his thoughts with others. He cooks. He's messy. He's judgmental and irritable one minute and he's loving and supporting the next. He is impulsive and moody. Oh goodness, he is ME and he is moving back home. Moving back into my house and he already wants to take over my Dressing Room.
Did you hear what I said? He wants the spare bedroom and the Dressing Room, for God's sake. My shameless display of jewelry, perfume, cowboy boots, petticoats and all things princess-like and feminine. My haven of all things girly and good. Oh my, all of the blood in my brain is falling to the deep caves of my empty heart....................I feel faint.................
And he's dramatic. Oh crap, he really is ME.
But despite all of the issues we are sure to face living in the same household again, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Me and Christopher have these incredible conversations that a person can only have with someone who really and truly knows you. Not the you, that you want others to see. The real you. I love and embrace the person Christopher has become and look forward to encouraging and supporting him to graduation and beyond. And I will pick his dirty laundry, iron his shirt from time to time, but mostly I'm grateful that I was blessed to have two boys, Sean and Chris.
It's the perfect story and in the end, it's so great to be a Mom!