It’s Family Day Weekend, and my Boy is home for Reading week. February school break in second year, a very busy critical year for him – he’s been working so hard and we have really missed him. I’ve settled a little better as a Mom to a university student – having him away from home this year is easier than last – I’ve tried not to message him too often, I know what pressures he is under and figure that when he needs me he will text.

It was arranged that his Dad would pick him up from his girlfriend’s house (after all it was Valentine’s day).. and drive him home. I was uncharacteristically out at our friends’ house for after dinner drinks -where hubby would join me later. My son was happy to drop his Dad off before driving himself home around the corner.

We came home to him crashed out on the couch in the family room, half asleep, 6 feet 1 inch of boy/man sprawl. He groggily greeted me without getting up – mumbled and asked me for a back scratch, And a back massage. And for a head rub. Just like I used to give him when he was a toddler.

I was happy to oblige. And when I took my hand away from his head, he asked,

“Can you please not stop Mom?”

My heart.