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I LOVE YOU
At 6:45 Monday morning I received an “I Love You” text from my 35-year-old son. My heart started thumping so hard my ears were vibrating. What’s wrong with Cory? Is he dying? Why else would an adult child text their mother I love you at seven in the morning…unless something was wrong? Then my mind went into overdrive. Cory lives in New York City. Has there been a shooting and he’s been hit? Is my baby bleeding out on the cold cement sidewalk and he sent his mother one last message? Is he on a plane and it’s going down? Pulling off my sweater, I was sweating like a pig from all the horrific news that was coming my way.
Quickly I looked online to see if there was any breaking news. Nothing! Taking a deep breath I start to text Cory back but before I write something, I felt I should be careful, and think this through. His personal life has been great; he’s been working a lot. O.M.G. Is he working too much and it’s causing relationship problems? Is he on drugs, suicidal, or-or, I don’t know? There has to be something bad that I just don’t know about…yet. Lordy, I can’t handle this stress.
A mother’s job is never done. We give birth to our children, we start to worry, and then we go to our grave hoping we did a good job. We pray they’re going to be okay when we die, and we hope like hell that we never lose our children. Oh no, will I have to bury my son? Oh wait, maybe this isn’t about him. Maybe I’m dying and no one has the guts to tell me?
Ready to reply I spell out every word and then erase it. I don’t want to make a mistake. Instead I type ‘?’ and press send. As I grasp the phone in my shaking hand I take deep breaths and whisper, please-please-please write back soon, and within seconds I hear ‘bing’ alerting me that Cory is still alive and able to reply. With tear filled eyes I read. “Oh that was for Nina.”
Okay, wait just a flipping second, Cory was texting his girlfriend and he accidently sent the message to his momma? First; that is just wrong in so many ways. Second; he scared the crap out of me, and third; what am I…chopped liver? How come he never sends me any I love you texts? I write him back. “Well thanks a lot!”
He replies, “hahaha”.
What does he think is so stinking funny? “Cory you scared the hell out of me. I honestly thought you were dying.”
“Mom! It was for Nina.”
“Well just for the record Cory, I love you too.”
Cory writes back, “Thanks”.
Really? The little creep gets an “I love you” from his momma, and his reply is simply, thanks.
Keeping this twisted tale in mind with Valentine’s Day approaching, consider surprising someone with an ‘I love you’. However, if it’s going to alarm them, add this tag; No you’re not dying, I’m not dying, suicidal, or having a break down.