I'll Miss These Cold Mornings

A Boy Becomes a Man

I grew up in the era before text messaging. When I moved back home after my initial failed attempt to live independently, I would frequently stay out all night. I remember my mom telling me, “I don’t care what time it is; call me to let me know you’re okay.” I would scoff (internally), wondering why she would worry about her son who was now an “adult.”

I get it now.