Day 188
It has been an emotional evening. When children know you are leaving the following day, they start processing those emotions right away.
It is sad and breaks this grandma’s heart.
So, I am getting up at 6:00 a.m. to tell them goodbye before they leave for school. I love them with everything in me.
Tonight, I’m tucking myself in not looking forward to the morning farewell. The worst part about being a grandma is the goodbyes.
Goodnight.
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Goodbyes are hard. The love is so strong.
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Yes, I will always choose the time and work my way through the goodbyes.
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But the hugs and kisses when you get back are worth it!
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Yes, it is all worth it.
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I’m sorry, Bestie. Very familiar feelings. You are a wonderful Grandma and they all love you so much.
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Thanks, Bestie. I certainly do love them.
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How special to be able to visit with them, too, in person, in this mobile age. Goodbyes aren’t easy. Sending hugs.
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It is a blessing to be so close. I am thankful even with the hard goodbyes.
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Goodbyes are always hard! 💕
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They are so hard!
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I’m on my way to Florida tomorrow at this time. On Monday, I will be walking in your shoes
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Have a good time, Marge. The time is so precious and the missing is how we know there is love.
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Stupid goodbyes. That’s the hard part of leavin’… you’re always leavin’ someone. (Hopefully, just till a later date!)
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Darren, it is the hard part! And thankfully, it won’t be for long.
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Oh Maggie, I know that SO well.
It’s hard for me to have 2 of my children and their families living so far away, but then one just kind of gets used to it and manages to stay in touch as best they can (FaceTime is such a blessing!). But when they come to visit I am over the moon excited, like a little girl waking up Christmas morning getting all the presents she wanted. And it is so good to see them and we have such a good time, but then they leave. And my heart breaks. Every.single.time. And then what happens, while you had somewhat adjusted to them not being here, once they HAVE been here and you could hold them and hug them and kiss them and love them in a thousand ways, when they leave it’s like re-opening a wound, you can barely stand that they live so far away. I go through a time of grieving every single time my kids and grandkids come and then leave. I will always wish that they all lived here, close, but the way things are these days I am deeply blessed to have one child and her family here. I’d be lost without Rachel.
So I’m so sorry for your soft, tender Grandma’s heart, and it will hurt, and theirs will too, but we mend, and we go on, one way or the other. I pray you have a gentle transition back. We should talk soon…
Love,
Maitri
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The heartbreak is the hard part of being a present grandmother. But the one thing I have learned is that when our heart breaks, it grows back bigger with more capacity to love. Yours are much further away than most of mine. The distance is hard, though. I have one that’s way too far away.
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You are so right honey, sigh, my, haven’t our hearts just grown and grown… 🙂
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