Coming Home

<p>While I’m glad my sophomore is mature and independent enough to go to school half way across the country, I’m even happier that he called and wanted to come home for the weekend. It’s been busy and he wants to come decompress.</p>

<p>This is the child that wanted to move to a cold weather state and leave our southern summers. Now it looks like most of the jobs he’s interested in are either back here or in Austin. Might get to see my grandkids every now and then after all. :D</p>

<p>Strick, that’s what I keep telling people in the heart-wrenching “s/he’s gone” threads. Yes, the door to that old room is locked behind you, forever, but there are new rooms to explore up ahead…and some of them have your (former) kid in them. And grandkids, hopefully! Mine loves to come home for the holidays, brings her friends, and just passes out on the couch watching sports and movies…“I can’t do this at school, Mom. It’s so great to be home.”</p>