Submitted by Oklahoma Women Blogger Lucie Smoker. Find her at reverse perspective, where she blogs about art and life.
In four weeks, my baby boy will move 1300 miles away, knit 12, purl 4. I’m proud of his college scholarship but at the same time terrified he might feel lonely.
Our family can buy him books and linens; we can send brownies, knit 12, purl 4. But nothing changes the simple fact that I won’t be there if he gets his first D or some dream girl says no to coffee.
I won’t be there if she says yes either, knit 12, purl 4. He’ll Skype but not about those things. He won’t bother me when the food tastes bad or the dorm feels like it’s shrinking.
He’s such a man. Knit I-missed-the-count, pull out that row. He’ll tell me about A’s and the summer internships that fly. He won’t want to worry me.
He’s all grown up, dammit. Smart and independent, but … knit 12, purl 4. I know that little boy’s still in there and I’m sneaking one contraband mom-hug into his dorm room. Nobody will suspect. Shhh.
Fight on USC!