Number 2 kid* and I are visiting Number 1* kid for a long weekend in Atlanta starting tomorrow.
Where Number 1 is in medical school.
Number 2 has only been in the Atlanta airport. She has not seen Number 1’s apartment, met his roommate, his girlfriend. Has not seen his campus or his favorite haunts.
I saw a lot of that last year. Number 1 and I spent a good deal of time at first on his leafy sun-diffused patio discussing his father.
Wow. Things were still very raw back then.
He witnessed his parent cry. Quite a bit. About is other parent. In spite of how hard that may have been, (and unfair), he was a good listener.
Then we had a lot of fun distracting ourselves with a picnic with his friends, soccer in the park, brunch. A stroll through a southern cemetery where there was a “Confederate Dead” section.
He and his friends didn’t seem embarrassed to take me to a “hip” area with unbelievable graffiti art.
God bless those kids. They have taught me a lot while I pretended to be competent enough to raise them.
I am looking forward to being with my family for a few days. My son, my daughter, and me. My family.
*Just refers to birth order