Like a baseball stuck in the backstop mid-air the semester hangs teetering, about to fall over the edge of what’s-to-be-taught into the downhill slide of what-you’ve-hopefully-learned. So few classes left, last exams and final papers looming. It happens every year, but on this particularly blue-sky day my desire for summer-break emerges and lets out a yahoo!
My son arrives today, home briefly on his way to defend his dissertation. So great to talk, laugh, reconnect with him. The ties to our children can stretch forever, never breaking, as we wait patiently for the rare moments they will bounce back to us, and for a short time we will be under the same roof again.