I am at my son’s end of season basketball dinner and upon entering the building, he promptly left me. I was on my own to fend for myself. I’m alone in the food line, aware of how pathetic I must look.
I am at a seat with no son, no husband, no player, and only empty seats on either side of me. I look at my son and give him the pitiful eyes…he is not phased. Not at all. When we are in line to get food, he sends me down the opposite side of the table. He finishes filling his plate while I’m still reaching to get a plate. Guess I got the bum side.
I am trying to be supportive of my son’s need for independence but I can’t help but feel hurt. I’ll be sure to keep smiling. Clap and get pictures when his name is called, and remember a time when I was his world.
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