College is a funny time. It is a time for independence and personal growth; for leaving your family and making it all on your own. But somewhere during all the "growing up" that's going on, you long to slow down a bit. And maybe just maybe, wether you want to it admit it or not, you just want your mom. Like I said, it's a funny time.
It was during one such occasion, when I was home on break for the holidays. My mom came in my room with almost a sixth sense sense that something was up. (What was up was simply the passing of time. How did I get so "old" all of a sudden?) She had just started a new book and asked if she could read to me for a while. Like so many times in my childhood, we once again entered into some other world together. As she read I was whisked away..."I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
There was something about this moment that has always stuck with me. I can't really put my finger on it. It was like the junction of my past and all my childhood with my future and all the places I would go.
So here I sit at 26 wondering does everyone have a moment like this, or is it just me? Are there more to come? My guess is yes.
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