Everybody calls their mom on Mother's Day. It's nice. But it makes you wonder...why did all these people move so far away from their moms?"
There's a hole in my heart that I can't get too close to, because I'm afraid I'll fall in. I have to walk all around it; if I really looked inside, I'd see a loneliness I don't want to face. I miss my kids.
Having them move is literally heartbreaking. Pieces of my heart have been broken off and taken to far-away places. But I have to keep my distance from those emotions. Instead, I admire the courage and spunk it takes to follow a dream wherever it goes, and I actually envy the opportunities they have to expand their horizons. I'm proud that my kids are making positive contributions in their communities, here or there.
My great-grandma in Sweden said good-bye to her two sons when they were 19 and 17 years old. They came to America and she never saw them or spoke to them again. Letters that took weeks to arrive were their only communication.
The world is so much smaller now. Airplanes, telephones, blogs, and cameras keep me in close touch, even hundreds of miles away. I know I'm lucky. But I glanced into the hole in my heart, and tonight I'm feeling sad.