My son Tucker is on his way to his first prom. I never went to one. I had a date for the senior prom and rented a tux but I sabotaged it and didn't end up going.
His Mom has made a corsage and shopped with him for clothes and shoes. She does all that kind of stuff. I’m working most of the time. I gave him some money and watched him from afar the days leading up to it like Father’s will do.
He’s a handsome fellow and a little full of himself. He’s also altruistic and loving though. I've had a couple of waves of worry about drinking and drugs and such. No matter what I do he will always be my little “ Ta” from two years old. (That’s what he called himself)
After closing up shop I returned a call I missed from his mother.
“You missed us. I wanted you to see Tucker before he went,” she chirped.
“ You took pictures didn't you?” I asked.
“ Well I can at least see them tonight.”
We hung up and I went back in to clean up my desk. Suddenly I had this overwhelming desire to talk to him … to hold him. I texted instead so as not to interfere or embarrass him.
“Make us proud son. I luv u.”
I filed a few things before leaving. Then I heard the little bloop my phone makes when a text comes in.
“Yes sir. Love you too.”
I’m not so worried now. I think I’ll leave that on my phone for a while though.