Waiting

Patrick has told me a number of times that for the last 5 years, or so, he's felt like he was waiting for his life to begin. For school to be complete, for the applications to be processed, for the travel date to arrive. On the road from Houston, he told me that for the first time ever he felt like that uncomfortable limbo-land of waiting was over, and he was ready to go.

Now - just since he walked out the door on the way to the airport with his 94 pounds of luggage - the waiting starts for me. There's no more I can do for him. I wait for phone calls, emails, blogs, and letters. I have a busy full life, so it's not all waiting, but in my relationship with my son, my job is now waiting, not doing. I'll have to get better at it. God speed, Patrick. I'll be here - busy, but waiting.