As many of you know, I have two teenaged sons. My oldest is 16 years old and has mental delays requiring a lot of understanding, and my youngest is 13. Both of their birthdays are in the month of July and both are starting to want more freedom. Yeah. I’m not quite so ready.
Then I get a phone call from my brother about two months ago. He wanted me to send my boys out to visit him for a month during the summer. A month! A whole month without my boys around? A whole 30 days not asking where they were going and to leave each other alone? 4 weeks of not seeing them before they went to bed? NO FREAKIN’ WAY!
I finally relented though. The begging from my brother and then from my boys… Yes, he had to open his big fat mouth and tell them all about his grand idea. There was no way on God’s bright blue marble that I was sending them away for that long! No. Not 4 weeks. But for 2. Fourteen days are plenty of time for them to have their fun and then come home. To me.
And today is the day they leave. On an airplane all by themselves. I’ve had nightmares for the past few nights that they’re going to get lost or miss their flights. I know it won’t happen as they have an airline escort, but still. This will be the first time they’ve been gone this long. Not to mention so far away that they have to take two different planes to get there! The longest they’ve ever been away from home is three days on a camping trip with my dad. And even then they were only a couple of hours away.
I haven’t written much because I’ve been so otherwise mentally preoccupied. Spent all day yesterday packing their bags and making sure they have everything they’re going to need for the next two weeks. Like their phones so I can call whenever I want and their computer so they can Skype me every single day! I’ve already told them, I don’t care if they’re fishing, they’d better put down the damned pole and answer their phone.
So now as I’m unsuccessfully willing the clock to slow down, they’re bouncing around with excited energy waiting to leave already. Hell, they’ve already placed their bags in the back of the truck so when we finally leave for the airport they’re good to go.
These next two weeks are going to go by at a snail’s pace, aren’t they? Damn it. Just pass me the stupid tissues right now and keep them comin’.