Friday, March 17, 2017

alexander visits home

"I'm coming home this weekend." Alexander tells me a week ago.

Even though my son says these words, I'm not totally sure I'll see him until he walks through the door. He's young. Has friends. And lots of things can get in the way of his promise to come home.  

Around Wednesday, Alexander asks, "Do you want to have dinner together Friday and Saturday, or just one night?" 

I know it'd be selfish to suggest both nights.

But then he says, "We can have dinner on Friday and I'll go out after, but on Saturday I just want to do something with you."

I know that hanging with me is never his first preference, but I appreciate the offer.

Today I get a call at work.

"Hi. Listen, I'm taking a late bus and won't be home until 9, and then I'm going straight to D's house. I'll be home late."

I'm not really surprised. Not even disappointed. I want him to see his friends. And all night Saturday is just fine with me.

I fall asleep early. Somewhere in the wee hours I hear, "I'm home."

Maybe tomorrow I'll even get to see him.

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