Degrees of Separation

Distance can be literal or figurative. Seattle is 4799 miles from London, England. This is a fact. It is 8 hours later in England than in Seattle or Gig Harbor.

It is not the distance or the time difference so much that makes this a difficult separation from my son. It is the glaring truth that from here on out, there will always be a distance. Right now it is miles, time, but it is soon to be a life difference.

It is hard to go from a time when I received a daily phone call, on the way home from class, nothing else to do so call Mom while walking home and talk. I lived for those phone calls. Just to hear that voice that was my last tangible grasp at all that was important to me. Now, there is no phone call. I don't even have a phone number to call. I am a slave to Skype and a time difference that doesn't seem to accomodate two lives 4799 miles or so apart. I hate to seem desperate but you could say I am. I miss my hugs! I love him more than he loves me.

On the other hand, I was able to have a great Happy Friday kind of conversation with Kale. He is so interesting and so much a part of me. I was so lucky to have three years and two months with him as a baby and toddler in Conconully, all by ourselves. I feel like so much of what he is today is founded in that experience. I love talking to him on the phone. I can tell when he is happy, concerned, sick or just bored (usually by the end of the convesation). He can distance himself in the world physically but never emotionally. I love him more than he knows.

Who loves their mom?