Last week the youngest boys were away with their father and the oldest stayed here with me. He is a senior in high school this year and our relationship is shifting. He has been a breeze to raise. Everyone should be so lucky to get such a gentle introduction to parenthood. Even as we butt heads he disarms me with an easy humor that is somewhat irresistible.
The other morning as I was working upstairs, I heard the slam of the screen door and thought he had left the house. I skipped down the stairs, brow furrowed, with sharp words forming. Before I reached the door he was coming back in.
“I thought you left without saying goodbye,” I said.
He laughed and shook his head. “Would you relax? You’re usually on the porch in the morning. I wouldn’t leave without saying ‘good-bye.’ I’m going to work.”
He gave me a sideways hug, as he usually does, and was out the door.
Would I relax? No one is more bothered by my uptightness than I, and I was reminded again how I felt it drop away when I was in France.
If living there is something I must wait for, then I will find as many pieces of that life as I can here. So lucky, then, to be friends with Trish Headley. She’s just received her shipment from a three-week buying trip in Europe and let me run by her shop, Nufangle, and take a peek and live vicariously on the stories of her travels.
You can do the same at her open house: