I am the oldest of 3 children. I was the first to go to school, the first to play sports, the first to graduate, go to college, get married and have kids. I am a family person. You typically hear of a “Daddy’s Girl”. My father is a wonderful and hard-working man. I have learned so much from him. I have found, though, that I am more of a “Mommy’s Girl”.
I have so much in common with my mom. After I graduated high school I went to college at UMF. Not terribly far from the small town that I grew up in, but far enough away from my family that I hadn’t been away from before. I shed some tears as my parents left that first day of college. Wondering how I was going to survive without them. Knowing that my mother broke down on the car ride home was even more heartbreaking for me.
Fast forward to when I had my first child. It was 2010, and I was living about 2 hours from home with my husband. My sister and mom have made the drive to Lisbon at the perfect time because I was being induced. They stayed at my house and had a “welcome home” sign for when we brought Carson home.
I remember coming home that evening and being so excited that my mom was going to be there for another night. Someone who knew what they were doing! That all came to a halt when my sister got sick. Which meant they decided to go home. I was devastated. I remember rocking Carson to sleep in his bedroom and just crying. Crying for my mom. Crying because I felt alone. Just for clarification, my husband was there and super helpful, supportive, you name it. But there is something about having your mom there with you when you have your first child.
Six years later I still live about 1.5 hours away from my family. My brother and sister both live with 45 minutes of my parents and are able to visit more frequently than my family is. I feel sad. I feel sad that I can’t just come home when I want or visit my nephews for the afternoon. When we come, it usually is for an overnight because it is just too much work to pack up 2 kids for just the afternoon.
When we do make the overnight trip, I shed a few tears again when Sunday comes and I know we have to leave. As we pull out of the driveway I hold back the emotions so that my son, who is already upset about leaving, doesn’t worry about why I am sad. Tonight I came to my parents house without the rest of my family. I spent the evening with my sister and her two kids. Tomorrow we will go shopping, just us girls (mom included). I am really looking forward to it. But what I am not looking forward to is leaving on Sunday. Leaving with those tears that I just can’t seem to hold back. At 33 years old I still need my mom…
I am 2.5 hours from my dad, and completely understand the Sunday tears. Treasure the times you visit and the memories you make AND most importantly, that you have family that means so much!!!
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Glad I am not the only one! 🙂
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I don’t really have someone to have this relationship with yet you still made my heart ache to think what that must feel like. I hope my own kids treasure our relationship this much!
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I am sure they will!
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Reading this I feel spoiled. My mom and my husband’s parents were minutes away when we were raising our 2 kids. Grandparents made the best sitters! Yet, if I would have had to drive hours, tears would definitely been involved.
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Sometimes I feel so silly when I get so upset about leaving. But honestly, this is the first time I have been home in over a month. It is hard to go so long without seeing my parents. My in-laws are wonderful and live 20 minutes away. They have watched both of our kids so that we didn’t have to put them in daycare. Sometimes I think I am jealous about how much my husband gets to see his mom and dad and wish I had the same chance.
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Distances seem to be relative as some of my siblings have always been out of state. Mom and Dad were more than two hours away and Mom was there to take the baby and myself to that first doctor’s checkup. Whenever needed, they were there! So appreciative that worked out! Now I shed tears every time I leave my grandson.
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How wonderful your mom was there for you! Sometimes I wonder how my parents feel as we are pulling out of the driveway and they wonder if it will be another month before they see their grandkids again.
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Reading this makes me think about how I will feel when my parents finally move- we do dinner every Sunday together and some weeks I go with an apathetic attitude because I think “I see them every weekend”, but this reminds me that I need to appreciate these times, every time, and soak them in before weekly dinners become yearly dinners. Enjoy your weekend, Meg!!
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Yes, certainly soak it all in!! 🙂
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