We have wireless internet, which means he could take his laptop computer anywhere in the house to check email, and Facebook, and Youtube...any room, any chair, any place. Sometimes he chooses to sit
next to me.
When this happens it's like having a butterfly land on your arm...surprised at first, you quickly remain motionless so as not to scare it away. I do not look up from my book, but I stop reading. I notice his feet touching mine, I feel the warmth of his arm next to me, I listen to his breathing. I steal a sideways glance at his perfect profile and his shaggy-needs-a-haircut hair and his long fingers typing away. I pretend not to notice that he's there, but we both know, and our feelings go unspoken. I do not say: I love you, you smell good, and I'll miss you when you're gone. I do not say (for the one millionth time) that I'm glad your my son, and I love being your mom, and you make me so proud. I do not break the silence, I just cherish every moment, that he's sitting
next to me.
