Showing Up

My son just moved into his new place this week—he hasn’t even finished unpacking yet.

I remember how it felt way back in the beginning when I first had a place of my own. I didn’t want my mom or dad to come see it so I could prove anything. I just wanted them to be excited for me, to come see me, to come see my home. In all the years and all the places I’ve lived, I can count on one hand the times my parents came to see me.

So I’ve decided I won’t let my sons ever feel that emptiness. When they step into new chapters—whether it’s moving into their first apartment or making a home states away—I’ll show up. Even if it’s inconvenient. Even if it takes work. Because I know exactly what it feels like when nobody does.