Mark came home last night. Before leaving Wells, he had a low blood sugar incident and it scared him and me. He didn't have everything he needed and hopefully he will do better remembering after the scare.
I purely hated it.
When he got home, we hugged. About ten times.
He was unpacking his things and I said, "Mark, I have something to tell you, so brace yourself."
He said, "OK, what?"
I said, "You have diabetes."
I went on with a little lecture about how he needed to always be ready for an emergency. Then I said, "OK, end of lecture."
He smiled at me and said, "I've missed our little talks."
I'm glad he's home and grateful he's safe.
And I don't want him to go to college.
But I also do, because of course I do.
But I also don't.
Motherhood is no fun.
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