Departure from Home

Last Edit March 25, 1999

My son doesn't like me to kiss him, he says. But, he more or less demands attention when I am taking a trip.
I sneak in in the morning a kissed him before leaving. I got forearms, a chin, a sholder. He was resisting.
Half hearted.
I sneak back a few minutes later (it takes several calls to get him up) and get him.
He can be so sweet sometimes. Like when he's drowsy.
He is concerned.
He showed me how to leverage the suitcase in and out of the truck. The shuttle is another story.
He says he should be going with me - I say maybe Toronto. I'll have more luggage then with the evening gowns etc.
I have to drop him at school, early. He can use the extra time. He is trying to keep up on his homework. He is trying to graduate in June. Or August. Anytime in 1999 would be good. That ring was expensive.
When I get back into town, I get to work on an English essay with him. No one has taught him how to write one. He is a senior. I have my opinions about all this. Not printable.
He mumbles about my flying without him. Demands I call and leave a room number - call quickly he says, "You know I worry."
I do love him.
He knows it.
He makes a parting shot - he makes a bid for the notebook. The G3 I haven't even picked up yet.
I tell him that when he is in college, we can discuss it.
The other son wants the 3400C.
When do I get to keep my toys?