My son calls me in the middle of the day and nearly gives me a heart attack. “What happened?” are my first words as I panic. He never calls unless he needs something, like money, or he is in trouble. “Nothing.” is his reply, laughing, knowing exactly what I am thinking.
“Don’t do this to me.” I chide him. “This is too scary.” And then I think to myself, how incredibly odd for a mother to tell her son not to call!
I realize I have been conditioned by my son. He is in fact holding the puppet strings on his fingers and controlling my emotion. But maybe today is a new beginning, that I shall notice not all calls are trouble calls, that life is turning out for this young man, and when he thinks of his mother, he gives her a call.
