My boys are young men
Flown out of our nest
Making lives of their own
We hope we gave them the good foundations
we love them and are proud of them
but miss the little boys they were.
Then I get a phone call:
"Mom, I need help.....the instructions on the frozen vegetables
say to add salt, but I don't have any. Is it still okay to use them?"
"Mom, I need help.... I had a sudden thought that maybe the town
water isn't any good and that I'll get a disease from it, is it okay
to drink it?" (this from the one who has OCD and gets
sudden real fears about things like that)
"Mom, I need help....I can't figure out how to attach my resume to my email."
"Mom......I need help, I'm not sure how to fill out this form."
"Mom.....I need help, I don't know what to do about this problem with this girl."
It's good to know they still need me to help them with their puzzles and get them out of tight spots
some a little bigger than they used to be
and some smaller than what seemed like a huge problem when they were little.
It's good to be needed and good to remember in those darker days
that sometimes I don't like the world
but I may mean the world to someone.
Love you boys!