Seasons of Change

Today my 20 year son had a tonsillectomy. He came home to have this done for many reasons. First off, let me say that my son has been on his own since high school and is a fine young man. He takes care of his bills, works and on the side makes films until he can do that full time. I’m very proud of him.

I was so happy to have him come back here to have it done so that I could see with my own eyes his recovery. It just made sense because there are more of us here to help. His lovely girlfriend also came down for the trip to be with him for the first few days. I’ll have to admit she is a very sweet young woman who loves my son. As a mom you can’t ask for more than that.

It didn’t bother me at all when he asked for his girlfriend to come back first after he woke up . . . until the nurse said, “I’m sorry, they grow up and ask for other people.” Seasons of change were upon me even though I knew that, it became very obvious at that moment.

I recalled when he had surgery as a 2 year old. They placed him in a crib that looked like a steel cage. Usually they wait until the last possible moment before putting children under anesthesia. He was hard to hear him say, “Mommy, no. Mommy no.” Then the elevator doors closed. I was first in his life then, but it’s been a long time since that was the case. Am I okay with this? No, but mostly yes because it’s the circle of life. It’s the way it suppose to be. You raise them up in the ways they should go and then trust God to do the rest. If you do a good job, you’ve raised them to be independent. But he is here, in my home, to recuperate. Seasons change but not as much you may think.

© Nadine Z.