Bereft…
Trevor went back to DC two weeks ago. Charlie flew back to his university on Sunday.
And Ian left to move to DC today.
I knew this empty nest chapter was going to be hard. Everyone said it would beand everyone says that it will get easier with time.
But right now Im a weepy wreck. My eyes just keep pouring tears.
I took Ian to the airport this morning. I went with him as far as I could before he went through security. We hugged a sobbing goodbye. We waved at each other as I watched him slowly weave through the security lanes. Then I moved to the long low goodbye windows to catch one last sight of him as he rode the escalator down to the airport trains. He saw me and covered his face for a moment with his long beautiful hands to hide his sorrow. Then he smiled through his tears, hand signed I love you, blew me a kiss, and he was gone. I had to stand in a corner and sob for awhile before I caught the shuttle home again. And even now I cannot seem to stop the tears.
I know this is what we do. I know that one of the most important pieces of parenting is to raise your children so that they can be independent and live their own lives. I know they will come home for visits. I know we will talk a lot on the phone. I know how much they all feel completely loved by us. I know, I know, I KNOW.
BUT.
Right now it is all very, VERY hard.
:(xo
Adagio
Oh, my dear lady…..{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}},
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Gosh, how I dread my children leaving me. My heart goes out to you – mother to mother.
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Ian and Trevor are both in DC? That’s good right? they have each other? Not that that makes it any easier on you.. but… *hugs*
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Oh, this hurt my heart. You have such amazing kids. They’ll be o.k. Moms, I promise. 🙂 *hugs* Be well,
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Oh you! You made me cry right in the middle of the office. Oh I know. I know. I know…. It never gets better when they get on that plane. Never. Grandchildren help, I promise you that.
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{{{hugs}}}
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How very hard 🙁 I’m sending you lots of caring thoughts and a big box of Kleenex… xxoo,
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Yes, indeedy, it sure does hurt like the dickens. BTW, this is the second entry in a row from you that made me cry, so I hope your next one is costume/decorating pix or something, ya heard? Just kidding, sweets. Much aloha,
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how lucky you are to have had them all together again, if only to let them go. What is Ian going to do in DC? the twins are three years old now, and are rather into doing things together, like at preschool they prefer to do paintings and drawings together. they like the collaborative works. 🙂 and at tumbling class, they tend to prefer playing together. on saturday when fenner took off his hat, nathaniel looked at fenner’s new haircut and said, “fenner, your hair is beautiful.” I only get them 6 hours a week now (wah!) and occasionally an extra couple hours if there’s a date night. just to tell you how these twins are doing. i dont have anything profound to say on the topic, i’m sitting here staring and blank. sorry. im just thinking how lucky you are. 🙂
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*hugs hugs hugs* Sending love and warm thoughts your way.
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I remember how hard it was when both of my kids left. I also remember that it wasn’t long before I got quite used to my empty CLEAN nest. 😉 Hugs,
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Oh, I am so sorry this hurts. And it does hurt.
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I can only imagine – and weep with you at the thought. It is so painful. I know from those good-byes I’ve cried over as mine have flown. I always miss my grown kids. Mother’s hearts get like old baby blankets – full of holes but softer and softer. Through it all you are gaining even more tenderness for your years as Grandma – in the meantime adopt (for visits only mind you) a couple of kids in your neighbourhood – you have SO MUCH to offer to children and youth. Much love to you Sweet Friend xoxo
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*hug*
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Parenting IS sooo hard… I hate letting go, but try not to let them know it. *hugs*
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Having gone through that a few years ago, I know the weepy stage. You get over it when you get over it and I suspect there will be a few more tears on the way. *hug*
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🙁 Big Warm Hugs,
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::sigh:: I feel this, having gone through it twice and I know once more to come. Your refrigerator poetry is lovely. Those lines – …”but all birds fly/into another sky/they leave and so/grow…” Lovely, very touching.
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I weep tears of empathy over a huge lump in my throat. lol
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I miss my daughter sooo much. I cannot wait to visit her. Thank god for the cyber world of webcams and instant messenger, otherwise I would go nutz….thinking of you dear friend.
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…I know how hard it is and it certainly doesn’t help that they are clear across the country now. At least Ian and Trevor will be in the same city. That’s something isn’t it? Lovely poem…lovely sentiment. Believing it will make you feel better. ~hugs~
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They are wonderful kids and your nest will fill up with them often. It is so sad to accept though.
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Oh sweetie…..(hug)…..
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An eagle mom will take it’s young as high as she can go and drop the eaglet. As the eaglet falls and can’t get into flight she comes up underneath and catch her little one before it hits the ground. She does this time and time again until the little one flies. When our children leave we pray they can fly and of course if it looks like they may crash, we’ll be there when they need us most. BRO
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How are you doing, my dear? You’ve been popping into my thoughts today. *hugs*
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Boy howdy, did this entry bring a flood of tears and remembrances! That longing is never gone far. I was not surprise to hear that the boys would be together again. The unbelievable gift of a twin! It is good that you are so busy. Hugs, hugs, hugs.
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I know this pain so well. It is a constant spectre in my house. My tears flow with my own pain in reading yours. Blessings and hugs from one who knows.
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This made me cry too…
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I have loved you and loved your (zow!) talents for 38 years, since high school in North Dakota (Fargo, that is). Your creativity was miracle gro on mine, especially for my sense of whimsy and visual wit. What a gift you were, and are. Now, I ask permission to be a renewed gift to you. Much rehabbing is going on. My love for you comes with respect now. Miss Laura Fissinger
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