My son called me last night. We talked for an long time. Ordinarily, he doesn't have much time to talk to me anymore. He called two weeks ago and left a message. I tried to return his call, but after a week I gave up. He told me that he had been in Rome for a week, for training. He is a teacher and has taken to setting up trips to other countries with the kids.
He is pretty busy these days. I revised a verse from the song by Harry Chapin, "Cat's In The Cradle"
I'm still working and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, mom, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, mom.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up unlike me.
My boy was not like me.
2007-10-13
04:30:56
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