Both of my sons are living away from home now, building their own lives in a way that would make any mama proud.
As hard as it is for a naturally gregarious, sweet, incredibly cool, ultra-active mother such as myself, I try my best not to hover, and to give them the space they need at this point in their lives. Neither of them is particularly chatty (those of you with young teenage/early 20’s sons understand this) but every so often we have long chats on the weekend. They are always generous with IT advice when I need it, and there are a few random texts during the week (mostly generated by dear old Mom).
However, every Wednesday afternoon I send them (and Sonny Boy’s girlfriend, because I am crazy about that girl) a text that simply says WACI. I started doing this six years ago when Sonny Boy started college. Those letters stand for Wednesday Afternoon Check-In. They send back simple messages like “Check!” and “WACI to you!” and that’s all it takes to make me smile at my phone like a happy lunatic.
You see, with those WACI’s, I am not suspiciously checking up on them, nor is there is an expectation of a long, involved discussion. No, I am simply giving them a small tap on the shoulder, letting them know that in the middle of the week, in the middle of the day, wherever she is, their mom is thinking of them, sending them love, and wishing them the best.
Of course, they know my love for them is constant, but I see them so rarely these days. I think we all need to be reminded from time to time that the stars we rely upon to twinkle in the nighttime sky are also there in the daytime, fixed and dependable, and shining just as brightly even though we can’t see them.
Happy Wednesday, everyone.