He’s here, but he’s not
5.20.09
I keep missing Sean. He’s asleep when I leave, and then gone by the time I get home. And then maybe he comes back, but then I’ve left. Tonight was no exception — off seeing friends, off to the library, off, off…
He did get his dorm-room stuff put away finally, though (it was making me nuts, scattered about in little piles and baskets), with the things that he wants to take back with him next year all lined up against the wall in the basement. Then it was my turn to sift and winnow the rejects, which he’d piled elsewhere for me to peruse — the things that I was so proud of cleverly thinking to send with him (or so I thought) that he never, ever used. It was good stuff, too! I believe that the Letting Go book had predicted that, but a mom’s got to try, right?
He did get his dorm-room stuff put away finally, though (it was making me nuts, scattered about in little piles and baskets), with the things that he wants to take back with him next year all lined up against the wall in the basement. Then it was my turn to sift and winnow the rejects, which he’d piled elsewhere for me to peruse — the things that I was so proud of cleverly thinking to send with him (or so I thought) that he never, ever used. It was good stuff, too! I believe that the Letting Go book had predicted that, but a mom’s got to try, right?
