It's so cold outside, I shoveled what seemed like a ton of snow then wondered how long I would be physically able to spend a frosty winter morning moving the mounds of white stuff.
Being a woman one thought lead to another and next thing you know I was thinking about how sad I would be if I lost my mate and best friend Eric.
Then that thought opened the door to the sad thought that my children have all grown and are very busy with a life of their own, I miss them. I miss them as babies giggling on the floor kissing my cheek or crawling in bed beside me when they had a bad dream. I miss the frilly dresses I would sew for the girls the ribbons for their hair. I miss having a young son who thought I was the most beautiful mom in the world and vowed when he grew up he would marry me. The teddy bear hamster, chocolate smeared walls, toys on the floors, the bed time stories with kisses and hugs and prayers. All the things that kids do to delight their mom mine have done six times over. But now the walls are clean and there are no toys on the floor. No giggles or bed time stories and hugs. Not from my babies and far too seldom from their babies.
I live so far away from most of my grand children and the few that live close are all busy teens. The family reunions come and go but with such busyness and confusion there is little opportunity to have quality time with each one.
Life is too short and the demand on our time robs us of deep lasting relationships. Will I end up like so many I visit in nursing homes- sitting by the window waiting to see if someone any one will come visit me?
Being a woman one thought lead to another and next thing you know I was thinking about how sad I would be if I lost my mate and best friend Eric.
Then that thought opened the door to the sad thought that my children have all grown and are very busy with a life of their own, I miss them. I miss them as babies giggling on the floor kissing my cheek or crawling in bed beside me when they had a bad dream. I miss the frilly dresses I would sew for the girls the ribbons for their hair. I miss having a young son who thought I was the most beautiful mom in the world and vowed when he grew up he would marry me. The teddy bear hamster, chocolate smeared walls, toys on the floors, the bed time stories with kisses and hugs and prayers. All the things that kids do to delight their mom mine have done six times over. But now the walls are clean and there are no toys on the floor. No giggles or bed time stories and hugs. Not from my babies and far too seldom from their babies.
I live so far away from most of my grand children and the few that live close are all busy teens. The family reunions come and go but with such busyness and confusion there is little opportunity to have quality time with each one.
