Late last night, after a very long day, I caught a glimpse of my sweet son.
Dinner was a disaster. The ribs I basted all day and the pounds of shrimp I bought were fine. (Although I was so upset during the meal I didn’t eat; I was frustrated – What was I thinking…ribs and shrimp would fix everything?
After dinner, the silent battle raged on. Baffled, sad, and concerned, my parents surrendered and headed home. But my two older sons stayed, and they were ready for a fresh campaign. We called M down to talk around the kitchen table. Within the hour, my husband and I watched as our eyes adjusted to the fact that his older boys had turned into great men. M listened and spoke to them.
Then back up to his bedroom he went.
We hugged B and B and tried to convey our vast pride and happiness in the men they’ve become. Then, inspired by the words they had said to M, I headed straight upstairs to his bedroom, and insisted, “Let’s get this all out.”