My son is struggling right now. He’s back at college for his second semester freshman year. He’s not happy with his roommate situation, he’s not sleeping, he’s finding it hard to be creative with his work (he’s in art school) and he’s miserable. He has a plan in place to transfer, so he knows this is temporary.
My biggest fear when he left for college is that he wouldn’t be happy. (I know we all worry about that). His texts to me about how unhappy he is have made me so sad and make me feel helpless. But my heart is also full, because he called me last night at 1:31 am. He knew I would answer, he knew I would get out of bed (to not disturb hubby) and go downstairs and talk to him for as long as he needed or wanted.
He knew I would hold his heart and hear him out. He knew he could just be silent on the other end and I wouldn’t rush to get him off the phone or to speak. We talked for 37 minutes. He told me he loved me twice and he thanked me for listening. We haven’t always had an easy go of it, but I am so happy he knows I will ALWAYS be there for him.
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