I got a last minute invite from an old friend (and a fellow Cal Poly mom) to take a ride down to San Luis Obispo to visit our kids. It just so happened Seth was available and I could take a few hours off work Friday afternoon...so I said, "Sure!"
It was good to see him. He looked great...more mature, more confident, happy, content and even taller, maybe! When we first drove up to pick him up for dinner I jumped out of the car and hugged him for too long...who knew I missed him that much in only two weeks?
We ate and talked and listened and shopped. We found an area rug at the thrift store to warm his cold apartment floor, made a list over coffee then stocked up the fridge.
And when it was time to drop him off at his place I pretended that I was ready. But I wasn't. But I did it anyway. Because that's what mom's do. And then I cried as I drove away...almost as much as when we dropped him off the first time.
It's weird how I can be so happy and so proud yet so sad...all at the same time.
I guess that's what mom's do, too.