What Do I Do?

What do I do when I’m no longer “Mr. T’s mom”.

That thought just hit me.  Right this instant.  I am standing in the kitchen with my laptop, using it to look up the recipe, and during the downtime I was catching up on personal emails and such.  There was an email from the choir director at church regarding the next drama meeting.  I don’t perform, but Mr. T does and I was copied on the email because – hey – Mr. T’s mom here!

I was copied because we go everywhere together.  It’s been just the two of us from the very beginning, so there wasn’t much of a choice most of the time, but I am used to it.  I have learned how to juggle a hungry toddler at the grocery store, a whiny kid in the toy store and the sullen teen at the mall.

What do I do when I don’t have to?  A few weeks ago Mr. T said that soon I won’t have to be copied on the emails because we can just take separate cars to church and he can stay and I can go home.

Excuse me while I go pick my heart up off the floor before it gets stomped on any more.

When Mr. T told me that, I just put my hand on his head and told him that would never happen, he would never drive anywhere by himself because he was to stop getting older.

It wasn’t real to me then.

It is real to me now.

Gotta go, he just called. Time for me to pick him up!

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He should just stay like this – I’m just saying.