Mom Thoughts
July 14th, 2006 01:39 pmI was reading my friends' journals the other day and when I read a post by
tjh102 (her mummy gave her pressies :D) I remembered a lovely story from "Chicken Soup for the Soul" about a mother/daughter "game" of love. You can read it here.
It got me thinking...
My daughter has recently moved out of the house. She's hundreds of miles away from me now. I worry that I'm going to lose touch with her. In her new life she'll forget about me, if she needs me I'm too far away.
Many years ago my mother moved hundreds of miles away from me. We've visited both ways when we've been able to arrange time, she my way more often than me her way. Traveling is getting difficult for her now so she isn't making the trip as often anymore. I don't get much vacation time and these past few years I've traveled to other places and now I'm starting to feel like I haven't seen her in ages. I miss her. I've been telling myself I need to find time to call her. I do this all of the time and, every time, I apologize for taking so long to call her and, every time, she tells me she understands. She knows how busy my life is; there are others in my life that need me more; she'll hear from me when I get some free time; or if I need some motherly advice. She knows I'll never forget about her.
I'll stop worrying about my daughter so much. She's not so far away. She's fine. So am I.
My daughter has recently moved out of the house. She's hundreds of miles away from me now. I worry that I'm going to lose touch with her. In her new life she'll forget about me, if she needs me I'm too far away.
Many years ago my mother moved hundreds of miles away from me. We've visited both ways when we've been able to arrange time, she my way more often than me her way. Traveling is getting difficult for her now so she isn't making the trip as often anymore. I don't get much vacation time and these past few years I've traveled to other places and now I'm starting to feel like I haven't seen her in ages. I miss her. I've been telling myself I need to find time to call her. I do this all of the time and, every time, I apologize for taking so long to call her and, every time, she tells me she understands. She knows how busy my life is; there are others in my life that need me more; she'll hear from me when I get some free time; or if I need some motherly advice. She knows I'll never forget about her.
I'll stop worrying about my daughter so much. She's not so far away. She's fine. So am I.