I hate thinking of subjects for this space..
2 days since they left. Their toys still scattered about the livingroom waiting for me to pack them up and send them east to the cold.
(Yes, at 23 & 20 I got them toys. Last year, they got their first rockets and said to me, " Mom, we hope you never stop getting us toys!" I won't.)
Okay, am I gonna count the days now since they went back east? probably for a short while.
Am I a whack? Oh Yes!! Being a member of the world reknown Whack Pack.. I have to be. Fortunately, I fit right in.
I've been riding the emotional rollercoaster for awhile now. With the boys coming, I was up as a pup for Christmas.. joyful, happy, singing, dancing, decorating, present buying and all that stuff.. I couldn't wait for the boys to get here.
If you haven't guessed by now, we as a family are very close. I raised them myself for 17 years alone and knew that I would not raise them as my parents raised me. I would be there to support and love them unconditionally. I would do the best I could for them. I'm sure all parents think the same thing, at some point. The key is to make it part of your daily life, their daily life and never stop.
I wasn't a perfect mother by far, but I loved them and made sure they knew it all the time.
Hugging and laughter and saying "I love you" were constants throughout their lives. Today, it still shows. There wasn't a day that went by that we didn't hug and show our love for each other.
Lords I love and miss them.
During their visit, last Thursday a very dear friend of mine called, and I knew instantly there was something wrong. Her father, whom she was very close to, had been killed in a snowmobile accident at work. ( He managed a Ski resort.)
My heart sank and I started to shake.
I had meet him a few times when her parents had come out to visit. Very nice people, caring and loving and very supportive of their daughter. They were here only a month or so ago and we had all gone to see The Moody Blues in concert.
I knew her world had just crashed and I ached for her. Such a tragedy. He was so full of life and had just begun this new venture. I looked at the boys as she told me what happened in a halting, choked voice. We wept together over the phone.
She was flying back east as soon as possible and her boyfriend went with her. Thank heavens for him. He could be there to support her, while I could only send my support and love in wishes and on the wings of angels.
It made the time left with my sons even more precious. You never know. They hugged me and tried to comfort me, they knew how dear a friend she is. I'm so proud of them.
We didn't really do anything while the boys were here. They didn't want to spend time riding about in the car to see "rocks" as my oldest son called the spectacular scenery of AZ. They told me, " We came here to see you and spend time with you." We stayed home, watched movies together, played cards, wrestled around alot, they ate like there was no tomorrow and I lovingly cooked and they slept alot. ( They both work 6-7 days a week and this was their vacation, so I let them. I could get joy just out of hearing them breathing and watching those angelic faces in repose and daintly stepping over them to pick up around them.)
Today the tree comes down. Besides the fact that for some silly reason, it's all dried out..(yes, I watered it and fed it) and decorations are slipping off the downward branches.. Christmas is over for me. It's not a single day, it's the time you spend with the ones you love.
Go out and make good memories, spend time with those you love, tell them you care, show them you love them. Let go of the hate and bad feelings.
Peace be with you.
(Yes, at 23 & 20 I got them toys. Last year, they got their first rockets and said to me, " Mom, we hope you never stop getting us toys!" I won't.)
Okay, am I gonna count the days now since they went back east? probably for a short while.
Am I a whack? Oh Yes!! Being a member of the world reknown Whack Pack.. I have to be. Fortunately, I fit right in.
I've been riding the emotional rollercoaster for awhile now. With the boys coming, I was up as a pup for Christmas.. joyful, happy, singing, dancing, decorating, present buying and all that stuff.. I couldn't wait for the boys to get here.
If you haven't guessed by now, we as a family are very close. I raised them myself for 17 years alone and knew that I would not raise them as my parents raised me. I would be there to support and love them unconditionally. I would do the best I could for them. I'm sure all parents think the same thing, at some point. The key is to make it part of your daily life, their daily life and never stop.
I wasn't a perfect mother by far, but I loved them and made sure they knew it all the time.
Hugging and laughter and saying "I love you" were constants throughout their lives. Today, it still shows. There wasn't a day that went by that we didn't hug and show our love for each other.
Lords I love and miss them.
During their visit, last Thursday a very dear friend of mine called, and I knew instantly there was something wrong. Her father, whom she was very close to, had been killed in a snowmobile accident at work. ( He managed a Ski resort.)
My heart sank and I started to shake.
I had meet him a few times when her parents had come out to visit. Very nice people, caring and loving and very supportive of their daughter. They were here only a month or so ago and we had all gone to see The Moody Blues in concert.
I knew her world had just crashed and I ached for her. Such a tragedy. He was so full of life and had just begun this new venture. I looked at the boys as she told me what happened in a halting, choked voice. We wept together over the phone.
She was flying back east as soon as possible and her boyfriend went with her. Thank heavens for him. He could be there to support her, while I could only send my support and love in wishes and on the wings of angels.
It made the time left with my sons even more precious. You never know. They hugged me and tried to comfort me, they knew how dear a friend she is. I'm so proud of them.
We didn't really do anything while the boys were here. They didn't want to spend time riding about in the car to see "rocks" as my oldest son called the spectacular scenery of AZ. They told me, " We came here to see you and spend time with you." We stayed home, watched movies together, played cards, wrestled around alot, they ate like there was no tomorrow and I lovingly cooked and they slept alot. ( They both work 6-7 days a week and this was their vacation, so I let them. I could get joy just out of hearing them breathing and watching those angelic faces in repose and daintly stepping over them to pick up around them.)
Today the tree comes down. Besides the fact that for some silly reason, it's all dried out..(yes, I watered it and fed it) and decorations are slipping off the downward branches.. Christmas is over for me. It's not a single day, it's the time you spend with the ones you love.
Go out and make good memories, spend time with those you love, tell them you care, show them you love them. Let go of the hate and bad feelings.
Peace be with you.