So random, I know.  Chase just walked in from having been to Gamestop to get more Xbox “toys.”  He was excited in that 16 year old boy kind of way (where you have to find the spark between the mumbles) and was telling me what all these things did and why he “had” to have them.  As he was looking down at them, I had what should not be a revelation moment…. he’s almost gone.  School starts next week so this summer is gone and I have one more summer with him before graduation.  He looked up at me and said, “Why are you crying now?”  Ha…ha….ha.  I’m not crying, are you kidding me?!

Anyway, I told him this year was so important for him and he said he knew and he’d been thinking about it (what every Mama wants to hear).  He said he was “this close” and only had one hump to go over to get from X miles per hour pitching to X miles per hour pitching.  Of course the Mama side of me thought “I was thinking more like academics, you know math, history, science, but hey, at least he’s thinking.”  So I asked him what he felt was the one thing and he went on to explain it to me in great detail, got up and demonstrated it, and I did actually comprehend for a few moments.  I told him that after Christmas, we’d need to start talking about colleges to visit in the spring and summer and he told me he already knew which schools he wanted to check out.  He even went on to tell me if this happens and he goes here or there, this will happen, and if this happens, yada, yada, and I was overtaken with a thank you Jesus kind of moment.  He’s thinking about his future!  And I’m thinking about him being gone.

I told Chase that he may as well be prepared because I would probably cry for ten months starting around next August 24th and he laughed… if he only knew.  I swore I’d not be one of those Mamas but I lied, I can see it now, I lied.