I looked at my only son today as he sat across from me at the breakfast table and thought, what a guy!
Such a handsome fellow. Such beautiful eyes. Such gorgeous, curly hair.
My mother’s heart beamed with pride.
Just an hour earlier, we had learned that this semester he’d again made the Dean’s list, with straight A’s, and a semester grade point average of 4.0.
Were all mothers to be so lucky.
Yes, I had done well.
The bright, handsome young man sitting in front of me was indeed worth every hour, minute and second of the 32 hours I had spent in labor.
Soon he would start his junior year of college, and one or two years later, he would graduate.
With a BA under his arm, he would be ready to face the future.
I sighed as I remembered the little boy he used to be.
A little boy who, much like a little chick, had depended on his mother for sustenance.
He’d depended on her guidance, her nurturing, and her loving care.
And when the time came for him to walk on his own little legs, he’d done that too; with mother hen encouraging him to keep moving forward.
He had ventured out into the world, confident in his abilities to overcome obstacles, yet always knowing mama was close by should he ever need help.
Little by little, I had allowed him to take control of his life; of his destiny.
I had encouraged him to learn from his mistakes, and to turn every defeat into an opportunity for growth and experience.
He had grown and matured.
Much like an eagle, he had spread his wings wide and soared high into the sky.
I looked sadly at the young man who would soon leave the nest to find his own way.
“Mom! Mom, did you hear me?”
His deep voice interrupted my reverie.
I looked at him tenderly and suddenly, a gob of mayo hit me in the face.
“Whoops! My bad!” he said as he smeared mayo on a slice of bread and wiped his mustard smeared mouth with the back of his hand.
Unfazed, he slurped his drink loudly, pausing only long enough to say, “Some of the guys are coming over. Can you bake some of those brownies I like and put some Coke in the fridge? And can you make me another turkey sandwich? I’m chatting with a girl on Facebook and it’s really important.”
Oh, the joy of motherhood.