So we said goodbye to the Red Power Ranger on Saturday, as it was time for him to fly back to college and start yet another semester. We have all been a bit melancholy since he's been gone. We even played games last night and though we had fun, it just isn't the same when he's not here to be his jovial self and beat up his brothers. I am the mother of an adult child. No matter how I try to wrap my head around that, I can't seem to make it sink in. Maybe someday it will. It better, because I have two more boys rapidly headed for adulthood no matter what I do to thwart them.
All kidding aside, I really wouldn't want it any other way. I love who my boys are. And I love the men they are becoming. I am so proud of the Red Power Ranger. He takes butt-kicking classes but manages to maintain a scholarship. He's determined to make the world a better place by focusing on education in third world countries. And he does it while working part time at a job where he has quite a bit of responsibility. How could I not be proud of such a great person? I know that he will, indeed, make this world a better place.
