🦄 Startups & VC 8h ago · Tommy Baker

I’m in my mid-sixties and my adult son called me last weekend just to tell me about his day — nothing wrong, no crisis, no logistics — just the small things that happened, the way he might have called a friend — and I realized halfway through the call that this is the relationship I had quietly given up hoping for, and it has arrived without announcement, and I have been afraid to say so out loud in case naming it might end it

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I’m in my mid-sixties and my adult son called me last weekend just to tell me about his day — nothing wrong, no crisis, no logistics — just the small things that happened, the way he might have called a friend — and I realized halfway through the call that this is the relationship I had quietly given up hoping for, and it has arrived without announcement, and I have been afraid to say so out loud in case naming it might end it

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Last Sunday morning, I’m sitting in my kitchen with my second cup of coffee when my phone rings. It’s my son, Danny. My first thought is something’s wrong—that’s usually why adult kids call on a Sunday morning, right? Car trouble, relationship problems, needs advice about a work situation.
But no. He’s calling to tell me about this woodworking project he started. How he found this old bench at a yard sale and he’s refinishing it. How the hardware store guy sho