Colin sounds good these days. So good.
I love to hear the smile in his voice as we chat on the phone. I love to hear the plans he's hatching with his friends at boarding school. I love to hear that he got high marks on his recent poetry writing efforts, though he's never attempted poetry before. I love the way it surprised him. Colin the poet--who knew?
Colin's successful adjustment is good reason to celebrate.
But wouldn't it just be great if he missed us so badly that there was still a little tremble of a tear in his voice when we spoke?
Colin's love for us, for home, is not measured by pain levels. His coping well at school does not mean he's glad to be away.
I know this absolutely. I rejoice in the achievements of transition this (beautiful) 16 year old has made.
(But secretly, I guess there might just be a little part of me that misses the feeling that he can't live without us.)