My Son Is Coming Home

My son is coming home. Just for a visit – 2 weeks – but, still. He lives and works in Shanghai these days – for the past two years in fact, since the summer after college graduation. I remember the day we visited him at school, not long before then, and he was frantic. “Mom, Dad, I have to go back” said the boy who’d fallen in love with all things Chinese on previous trips, who was ready to seek his fortune on the other side of the world. “I have to go.”

And so, with our blessing, off he went. We visited once—an amazing experience, traveling around the country with our son, who speaks fluent Mandarin, as our guide.  But all too soon, we came back, and he stayed.

And this week, after nearly a year in which we have seen him only a Skype screen, he is coming home.

And no, this post has nothing to do with marketing, it has to do with being a mother, and how what you feel for your child never changes, no matter how old they are, where they live, or how often you see them. That’s the thing with being a parent. You never stop and you never want to.