The Silence hung there...

My blog isn't really a public blog...so, this is more just for me, I guess. I don't really see or talk to my oldest son on a regular basis. Once upon a time, we were very close ... but not so much anymore. A lot of things have happened to create the wedge between us now. Until last night, I hadn't talked to him since Mother's Day - and I haven't seen him in at least two years (and he only lives 30 minutes away). In the months since that last talk - he and his wife have started the adoption process on their 4th child (the 3rd child they have adopted). This newest addition is a little girl, Leah, who is 9 months old. They've had her in their home since she was two days old and I didn't know. They have a little boy, Ty, who is 16 months old and I've seen one time for about 30 minutes last Christmas... The two older boys I've had more interaction with, but not much. Why am I writing all of this? I'm not really sure. It just felt odd to talk to my son last night. What do you say? ... After the 'how are you's?' and 'how's work?' and 'I bet the kids are getting big.' What do you say?... and after 10 or 15 minutes, the silence just hung there... and I think it made us both a little sad. Remembering days, years ago, when we never ran out of things to talk about. But a lot was different back then... Still is was good to talk to him, to hear his voice, to hear him say after the silence - 'love you Mom'. ... Love you, too Rick. (Merry Christmas)