Thursday, 20 October 2011

Reasons to be cheerful number one...


My son phones home from university.



"How are you?" I hope I don't sound anxious.



"Good!" The teacher in me longs to shout "It's well or ok or fine but not good." The Mummy in me just breathes again - he sounds happy, so I'm happy.



I ask my usual question, "Do you need anything or is this a chit chat 'phone call?



He gives his usual reply, "It's a chit chat call".



"Oooh lovely!" I take my drink to my favourite chair. We talk maybe once a week so this is to be savoured!



We talk for over an hour. He tells me about his uni reading. I tell him about the new book club I've joined.



He tells me to Google this poem that he read on his course.....



Mother, any distance greater than a single span by Simon Armitage





Mother, any distance greater than a single span



requires a second pair of hands.



You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors,



the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors.





You at the zero-end, me with the spool of tape, recording



length, reporting metres, centimetres back to base, then leaving



up the stairs, the line still feeding out, unreeling



years between us. Anchor. Kite.


I space-walkthrough the empty bedrooms, climb
the ladder to the loft, to breaking point, where something
has to give;
two floors below your fingertips still pinch
the last one hundredth of an inch... I reach
towards the hatch that opens on an endless sky
to fall or fly."




I am choked.
He thinks that's funny.

I tell him he's gorgeous.
He's embarrassed.
I think that's funny.

We say bye.

I check supper which has been cooking the while.
It's burnt. Ruined.
I don't care.

I had seen beyond my usual round.
It is good when your children teach you.

Reasons to be cheerful number two....


Son number two ( aka the Bisto kid as he usually comes in sniffing the air asking, "What's for tea?" ) comes in as I am scraping the burnt supper from the casserole dish.



"I have burnt tea!"



"MMmmm!" he grins agreement surveying the casserole charcoal. He tells me about the good bits of his day. I am happy he has had a better day than of late.



He goes to bathe.



I phone Steve and tell him he has a stupid wife who burns the tea.



He offers Chinese and a bottle :)





Reasons to be cheerful number three...



A piece of the jigsaw is missing. Steve is coming home via Chinese and bottle, Son 2 has off- loaded his better day & his manager's plans for him, son 3 has shared his uni days and how he is managing ... so I 'phone my eldest son and we natter.



After we have put the phone down it rings again... "Don't forget you still haven't come to see the new flat...." (400 mile round trip was impossible health-wise until now) and we chat for half an hour more.



So now I sit and sigh.



We have all dispersed again.



Each to our own space.



Yet I am still and so are they; Mother and son, any distance.



L.x.



8 comments:

Pom Pom said...

Oh, this is so dear, so sweet. You're a loving mummy, Lynn. That poem is priceless.

50 and still trying to be Frugal .... said...

That is a lovely post.
I still have both my boys at home but I know how difficult it will be when they go.
Sue

Jill said...

Have you thought about Skype? You could see the new flat without the long journey!
My eldest grandson knows who I am only because of it :(

Angela said...

lovely post
we had phone call at 7.30am from youngest daughter - ringing to say thank you for her birthday gift.
hours later I am still glowing with happiness at hearing her voice!
blessings
[ps got yet another RUDE 'word verification' why does blogger do this to me? I do not use this sort of language!]

Lynn said...

Hi Jill - I've had a "virtual tour" on his PC but I think he wants me to visit :)
A RUDE word on my blog - NEVER! Poor you Ang - I think I'd have to start again - I couldn't type it - lol!
L.x.

Alison said...

How great to speak to all your lovely sons in one day, never mind the burnt offering, not important in the scheme of things. We have arrived in Ludlow, I adored living in West Dorset, but it feels so wonderful to be back in my home county. Take care. Ali. xx

Lynn said...

Ali - I was thinking of you yesterday and today wondering how you were settling.
Glad you are happy.
L.x.

Terri said...

Lynn, this was a wonderfully written post. I love the visual of a piece of the puzzle missing.