My mom still lives in Missouri, but she comes to visit pretty often. She just left a couple of days ago after being here for nearly six weeks.
I realize there are people who would think, “Holy cow SIX weeks! Yikes!” But my mom is very low maintenance and most importantly, I love having her here.
I’ve always been very close to my mom. Maybe part of it is because I’m the baby of the family. I don’t know. I feel a very close bond between us. She’s always been there when I needed her. The perfect shoulder to cry on.
I always dread when it’s time for her to leave. Carys and I took her to the airport. Mom wanted to be dropped off to make things easier. Heck I even cry when she’s arriving!
Well anyway, Carys really wanted to go inside with her. So we did. Then she wanted to simply “buy tickets” so we could go through security with her. I didn’t agree to that one. We waited by security until she went through. I’m holding Carys. Her big brown eyes fill with tears. So do mine. I have a really hard time holding back. What a sight we were. I start thinking how fast time goes by and how important it is to maximize and live every moment. I swear the security guard standing near us even wiped his eyes.
Boy, I hate to see her go. Life’s too short.
I love you Mom.