For a minor reprieve last of Migraine, waking up to take a drink of juice, my phone rings and it's my oldest GrandBoy, his birthday is just days prior to mine. We begin a talk that is great, so ordinary, as if I see him regularly instead rarely! We discuss his classes, what he struggles with, how to overcome it, it's a call that is difficult to explain it's importance. It's important now and for later. He soon talks to my hunny ...total length of call ...an hour! (how much of me is in him?? HA!) He is 13years old...a year ago..length of call...1min 2 sec. ...I had sent him my favorite book..I had sent him and discuss a few things he might relate to, he LOVES my hunny.
I love this boy, he has my Son in him, he has me in him, he is at that awkward stage between child and teen...I remember it well and therefore am extremely comfortable talking with him.
I'm so grateful..now back to bed to scream in silence...