I took my son back to school tonight — fall break is over.
We talked about egoism and empathy for most of the trip. But, with five minutes of the ride left, I gave him some reminders.
I think he
really appreciated my sound bites of advice.
18 year-olds usually do.
“I get a hug!” I said, as we pulled into the parking lot, and he said, “Okay, but it has to before I grab all my stuff.”
Spoiler alert: I gave him one hug before
and one after.
Plus, as he crossed the street, I yelled,
”Goodbye! I love you!”
And he said it return.
I win!
I drove back, betrayed Sheetz for a
Wawa coffee stop —
which I like better, I have to admit, Wawa coffee.
Maybe it’s nostalgia, I don’t know.
Now I’m home,
in time for bed.
I’m hoping the melatonin wins against the coffee
on this school night.