October 21, 2011
Aug 14, 2012 8:22:39 GMT -5
Post by Robin Aldridge on Aug 14, 2012 8:22:39 GMT -5
Dear Will,
It's days like today where I really wish that you had decided to come to college around here instead of out in Kansas City. I know that it's a nice place (though your college isn't quite up to the standard as some around here) and you have a person who you love so much that is holding you there, but the house is so very quiet without you and your father has been gone for a week on a business trip over to Europe. The only ones around are the maids and Eliza and we both know how good of company they are. There aren't even any functions to plan or anything of the sorts. There's just nothing for me to do.
I can't help but be reminded of the time that you were 8 and we were in similiar cercumstances. Do you remember? How we went to the park every day and how we ate whatever you wanted for the whole week? Camping in the backyard and trying to make a campfire all by ourselves? I'm sure you can't forget that, with the burn mark that's probably still on your hand from not listening when I told you not to mess with it. Still, Eliza got you all wrapped up and we had ice cream for dinner that night since I felt so bad that you got hurt. You were having the time of your life. And on the last night, after we'd gone out roller skating of all things, you asked how come things couldn't always be like that and I told you that I didn't know, but they couldn't.
I wish that the answer could have been different and right now especially, I wish that I could just go back to that time. Before you were all grown up and when I could still baby you and give you everything you wanted just for fun. I wouldn't say no to another baby to spoil, but you know that your father doesn't see the point in having another when you're already here and ready to take over the company. Which just makes me wish that you were still a baby yourself, not needing to take over companies or have so much responsibility or be judged so differently by your father than you ever have been before.
You've become a man so fast though, it doesn't seem possible that my little baby - the one who always made the family and the restrictions and all of it seem like a small tradeoff - could be so grown up already. You're in a serious relationship, already starting your second year of college, living on your own and I fear you don't need me around at all anymore. Which I know is how it's supposed to be, but it wouldn't hurt to see you a bit more, dear. I do hope that you'll be here for Thanksgiving and around for a little bit of time during your Christmas break. I know you'll want to spend it with your Valerie, I just want to see my baby too.
I have to get going now, but I hope that you'll write me back when you have time and give me a call when you can. I can always take time away from other people to give to you.
I love you,
Mom
It's days like today where I really wish that you had decided to come to college around here instead of out in Kansas City. I know that it's a nice place (though your college isn't quite up to the standard as some around here) and you have a person who you love so much that is holding you there, but the house is so very quiet without you and your father has been gone for a week on a business trip over to Europe. The only ones around are the maids and Eliza and we both know how good of company they are. There aren't even any functions to plan or anything of the sorts. There's just nothing for me to do.
I can't help but be reminded of the time that you were 8 and we were in similiar cercumstances. Do you remember? How we went to the park every day and how we ate whatever you wanted for the whole week? Camping in the backyard and trying to make a campfire all by ourselves? I'm sure you can't forget that, with the burn mark that's probably still on your hand from not listening when I told you not to mess with it. Still, Eliza got you all wrapped up and we had ice cream for dinner that night since I felt so bad that you got hurt. You were having the time of your life. And on the last night, after we'd gone out roller skating of all things, you asked how come things couldn't always be like that and I told you that I didn't know, but they couldn't.
I wish that the answer could have been different and right now especially, I wish that I could just go back to that time. Before you were all grown up and when I could still baby you and give you everything you wanted just for fun. I wouldn't say no to another baby to spoil, but you know that your father doesn't see the point in having another when you're already here and ready to take over the company. Which just makes me wish that you were still a baby yourself, not needing to take over companies or have so much responsibility or be judged so differently by your father than you ever have been before.
You've become a man so fast though, it doesn't seem possible that my little baby - the one who always made the family and the restrictions and all of it seem like a small tradeoff - could be so grown up already. You're in a serious relationship, already starting your second year of college, living on your own and I fear you don't need me around at all anymore. Which I know is how it's supposed to be, but it wouldn't hurt to see you a bit more, dear. I do hope that you'll be here for Thanksgiving and around for a little bit of time during your Christmas break. I know you'll want to spend it with your Valerie, I just want to see my baby too.
I have to get going now, but I hope that you'll write me back when you have time and give me a call when you can. I can always take time away from other people to give to you.
I love you,
Mom