Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

A Gift

I'm in Austin this weekend, visiting my baby boy. I'm sure he wouldn't take kindly to me calling him that, since he's a 6'2" junior in college who's 22 years old. Nevertheless, he still is, and always will be 'my baby.' Here's a picture of my baby and his girlfriend of 3 years, Tiffany.



As my good friend, David McClain wrote recently, there is a special joy that comes with watching your grown children succeed. He was right about that. I love to come visit Caleb for many reasons; chief among them is simply observing him as he successfully maneuvers through the rigors of college and manages life on his own here in Austin. I'll be the first to admit that I took to heart the fact that Caleb was my baby, my last child, and I hovered over him like a mother hen as long as I possibly could. Just ask any of my other children, they'll gladly serve as a hearty Amen chorus to that statement.

But now, when I come to visit Caleb, he takes care of me. He called me the day before I was scheduled to be here. He was at the grocery story and wanted to know if there was anything in particular I wanted him to buy for me for snack foods. How thoughtful is that? You gotta love a kid like that!

In all fairness, my other three children do an awesome job of taking care of their mother, too. I'm very blessed in that respect. It's just that here, in Austin, away from the ebb and flow of everyday life back home, there are absolutely no demands on me and I am free to do exactly as I please. It's peaceful here and I have the added bonus of having the company of my youngest child, who is content to sit beside me and do homework while I write, or to run around Austin exploring the sights and shops and whatnot--whatever my heart desires.

It's good to be the Queen.