Out of Sync

This morning Drew was having a hard time getting ready. I kept checking to see if he was ready to walk out the door. He had one sock on, then the other. He managed to get one sneaker on, and got stalled. I finally told him I was going to start and he should catch up as quickly as he could. He usually rides his scooter ahead, then sits on a convenient rock or hillside to wait for me.

I got clear to the other side of the complex before I saw him behind me. He was puttering along in no big hurry while I was keeping one eye on my watch and the other on him. One of the reasons I cherish our morning walks is that I get to spend time with him alone. We can and often do chat about things. Nothing earth shattering or philosophical or anything. Just stuff.

And while we are talking about stuff, the little important things tend to wriggle out into the bright light of day. Those pieces that cement our relationship a bit tighter, those half formed dreams and usually unspoken fears and tiny misconceptions that can derail a mother-son closeness.

But this morning there would be no little chat, no bonding, no time together. We were out of sync, and didn't meet up until after I entered the library. I see now that it was a mistake to begin without him. It would have been just a minute or so more of waiting. I wonder how many times I have moved on before he was ready. Definitely something I shall have to watch. I would much rather be in sync while things are going well. Makes for smoother times when life gets bumpy.