It was April the last time I saw my beautiful Courtney, and my Stephen is in Houston. While I’ll get to see Courtney at Thanksgiving in New York, it will most likely be Christmas before I see my son.
I miss my kids. And it’s my fault.
When I was raising my kids I used to tell them that after high school they could go anywhere. That was the time for them to see the world – there’s more to this life than Oklahoma. I love the Sooner state, but I wanted them to have a choice – to see what was out there and then make the choice as to where they wanted to live. If all else failed, they could always come home.
I admit, I was trying a little reverse psychology, and it didn’t work. I thought if I told them to go, they would choose to stay. I was wrong.
And now, as the holidays approach, I start getting sad.
That’s to be expected. But I’ve also reached a place in my life where my kids are happy and they don’t really need me as much as they used to. Whereas before I would get at LEAST one call a day from Courtney and a call or two a week from Stephen, now I’m lucky if Stephen has time for me once a month and Courtney does good to have time for me once a week.
I understand that they are living the lives I raised them to live, but I didn’t know it would hurt so much. I LIKE my kids, I LOVE my kids, and I MISS my kids. I spent 25 years being their mom, and now, they don’t need me.
So I’m baking. I’m sending them all the goodies that they can’t get anywhere else. I’m tempting them, enticing them, bribing them – whatever it takes – to remind them that there’s no place like home. Caramel popcorn, fudge, party mix and puppy chow – all their favorites.
If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change anything. I know they’re living the lives they were intended to live. But I would suggest to other moms out there – make home the place that nothing can compete with.
Or, just drill it into their little minds that Mom always comes first. Period.
Guilt works too. That’s my next approach.
Stupid empty nest…