Yes, there were enjoyable points. I watched a couple of chick flicks. I got a lot of writing done. I didn't have to fight for the remote or my blankets. I didn't have to cook and there were practically no dishes. But there was no laughter, no snuggling, no reason to make dinner, and no kisses goodnight. I found myself aching for them to come home. I missed my daughter prattling on and my son's bear hugs. I wandered around the house wondering what I am ever going to do when they grow a little older and move out. I felt serious empathy for my father who lives alone now and could not imagine enduring this boredom day in and day out for weeks, months, years.
So, I advise all you mothers who think you will never have another solitary uninterupted thought to appreciate it. It will not be long until your little ones are out of the house, until their social calendars are busier than yours, until not only do you have a moment to breathe but seriously unending silence. On those days, you'll miss the knocks, the laughter, and even the dishes.
2 comments:
Goodness girl - you went from not writing at all to writing like a maniac. I have missed a lot over here it seems. Welcome back, a couple weeks late...
Don't stress too much about them growing up. I am sure that you have raised them to want to come home and see you, and eventually bring grandbabies to see you. You are close, I can tell. That doesn't go away, even through the college years when they might disagree with you on occasion!
Thanks Andy's Bethy. It is good to find the time to be back. Thanks for stopping by.
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