The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same.Posted: October 6, 2011
A long time ago, I used to look in on my son before I left for work. He didn’t take up much space in his big bed. It was nice to see him resting well between his long days in the land of Social Studies, Spelling, Addition and Recess.
It was always moment of peace before I went off to get battered by my day.
The train brought him home for fall break yesterday afternoon. Three well-earned days of home cooking, not fighting seven suite mates for shower time before an 8 a.m. class and sleeping in the once big bed.
This morning, I looked in on my son before I left for work. He takes up most of the bed. It was nice to see him resting well between his long days in the land of Forestry Economics, Geographic Information System, Environmental Policy and the girl from the band.
Some feelings don’t change.