You guys are SO right.... *sigh*
It'll be okay, I know it will. And even if it isn't, what can *I* do about it? Nothing. And what *Would* I do even if I could? Nothing.
I miss my babies as though they really are still babies and Gramma has them or something, isn't that strange? I mean, here I am, with these lovely, lovely young women, and at the same time pining for the baby Meg to jump into my arms yelling "Look out, here me comes!"
But even *I* know that I can't keep them little, can't even keep them young and/or safe. Safe is good.... But I know there are mamas whose babies never grow up - and those are the really sad ones. I'm not sad, I'm just bitter-sweet.
When my older daughter had her ear surgery, I told the doc "Be careful, you have myheart in your hands." and he held me and said "I know." LOL - then the walked off to the OR eating one of those banana flip things. How confident does THAT make me feel???
So.... Life goes on, doesn't it? Whether you're ready for it or not. My Meg woke up, the phone started ringing, she's been doing stuff, getting ready to babysit at church this evening, making plans for after that.
My older daughter who lives with her boyfriend calls me pretty much every day and we talk, and Meg calls me from time to time during the evening when she's out with her friends, checking in and just saying hi. Last night, she'd gone to pick up her friend coming home from university at the airport, and they were running around, getting other friends, and she found a movie I wanted, and she bought it for me and brought it home.... You know? She's really really sweet.
I got a LOT more than I deserve, I know that.
But I want more.