My phone rang last night after dinner and the caller ID said it was my older son calling from college. My first thought was, “what does he need me to bring him, now?” My second thought was, “oh, no, something’s wrong.”
So with trepidation, I answered the phone.
“Guess what? I am having the greatest day!”
So there you have it, my phone call of all phone calls. My 18-year-old son was having a great day and he called home to talk about it. I really can’t imagine anything better than that.
All those time-outs, and sleepless nights, and demands that he at least taste the food before he refuse to eat it had paid off. Despite the nights spent at the kitchen table over homework with me yelling, Sit up in your chair! Now pay attention!” and that year he told me he hated me and I was the worst mother in the world, my son wanted to share good news with me.
With passion in his voice, he told me of professors he had met that day and brainstorming that had occurred. He had a plan for the next
four years and he was inspired. We talked until he was all the way across campus and in front of his dorm. We said our good-byes and I sat for a moment stunned.
I don’t think I would have been any more excited if the President himself had been on the line. My son is 18 years old. He has dreams and goals. He is inspired. And when he wants to share good news, he calls his mom. It doesn’t get any better than that.