If you’ve been around a while you know that The Teen decided over the summer to try living with his dad this year for 11th grade. He wanted to play football in Iowa. He wanted a fresh start. He wanted to reinvent himself. And I…….I let him……go. What else could I do?
I raised him for 16 1/2 years and his Dad has had him for 4 months.
And he’s lying in a hospital bed in Iowa, being prepped for emergency surgery because his appendix ruptured some time today. He’s been to the doctor, the ER and two separate hospitals….
and me? Well, I’m HERE. I’m 227 miles away.
They don’t know how long the surgery will last, it will depend on how much infection has spread, I guess.
His father will be with him tonight and tomorrow and then I’ll be there….
Kissing his forehead and asking myself for the millionth time how I’ve managed to have two kids in two different states?
If you are a wisher, a thinker of good thoughts, asker of gifts, hoper of hopes…. would you throw one up to the stars for my son tonight?
That he doesn’t hurt, that he heals… that he can feel my love from 227 miles away…..
