My son came home from Pensacola on December 17th. He stayed until December 26th. He's in the Navy. While he was here, it seemed almost as if he never left. Now that he is gone, I find myself thinking, "Wait! I wasn't paying attention!!" This is a perfect example of what has happened my whole life, with my kids. "But wait! I just want one more hug" or "can't you just be 8 years old, one more time???" Why does it go by so fast? And WHY on earth did I not realize that when my kids grew up and moved away, it would be soooo agonizing? I'm happy for my oldest, that he's happy. That's great. I am not, however, happy for myself, and I'm not quite sure how to get there. All I can do is get used to hating it. Is that what happens? You don't like it, you don't really want it to happen, so you just "keep on keepin' on" and get used to it? That's how it is for me at this point... except I'm not used to it yet...
This is not a fun time in my life. :-(
