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Too little time....

I am a mom of three grown kids, college kids. Like every parent who has children away from home, I was waiting eagerly to have them home for Thanksgiving, even if it would be brief; the house to be full again, the sound of music in the house once again.

I imagined lots of dinners, them sharing stories, and some unhurried moments.

Then they came; they were busy with homework the whole time.

The piano, which I had dreamed of hearing again, was played just once. My heart was full to hear my favorite tunes.

The first born was not as busy as the younger ones and he accompanied me on my daily walks; just the two of us, catching up. It felt like a small gift, between assignments and deadlines. My heart was full.

We had all the dinners together at home and then, just like that, they left.

Younger ones had to leave early as they are in marching band, and they had to go back for their college rivalry game.

And even though they work just as hard as band students, it's always all about the athletes and the football game. It makes me terribly upset. But that's for another day.

In the meanwhile, back to the sound of silence until Christmas.

This is motherhood!! The joys of reunion, the aches of parting, the full house and then not so much; a few more years of these comings and goings.

But after that, life will take them into corners of the world, chasing careers and dreams. Who knows where they’ll land?

I did the same once—moved thousands of miles away from my own home. Life has a way of repeating itself, doesn’t it?

Such is life.... The show must go on!!

What about you? How was your Thanksgiving??










 

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