If I hadn’t been sitting at the front of my classroom as I read this article, I would surely have been in tears. Full on bawling by the last line. No doubt about it. In fact, I was close to tears well before the end. How could any mother NOT be in tears reading a line like “It seems like sons, no matter how much you love them, just grow up and leave you to marry someone you hate.” Ugh.
What is it about mothers and sons? I know I love Lola Gray every bit as much as I do Fletcher, and yet I don’t feel that same sick-to-my-stomach sinking horrified feeling when I think of her growing up and falling in love and getting married. I wonder if Raymond does? Or if he has even thought about it yet?
As a follow-up here, when I came home from work tonight the kids were still awake. Fletcher was on the sofa circling toys in a new catalog and didn’t even get up to come hug me. I sat down next to him and asked when I became less important than the toys in the catalog and he jumped into my lap and said “Oh Mommy. You know you are my favorite toy!” An odd statement, but it made me happy none-the-less. I wonder how long it will be before I am no longer his favorite . . .