http://peternakdombamerino.aqiqahamr.com/produk/domba-merino-betina-usia-3-bulan/ Some things in life are just over-the-top sweet. For me, being a mom is one of them. Which is why there are still some days that I miss my children. Two of my kids live within a half hour of me. One is out of state. It really doesn’t matter that I may have seen them just days ago. I still miss them at times.
Some days, I long to hear their voices bouncing off my walls, their delirious laughter ringing through the house. Even their arguing might be welcome because it means they’re here, close enough to scoop up and hug. Of course they’re way too big for that now. The scooping up, not the hugging.
Don’t get me wrong, I love that they’ve grown up so well and are living on their own. I don’t wish them to come back permanently. I have a productive, happy life of my own and they would certainly cramp my style as much as I’d cramp theirs.
But still, there are those days when I miss the folding of little clothes and drying tears. I miss their friends declaring my pantry snacks are the best in the neighborhood. I miss the slam of doors and wondering when they’ll be home; the whispered prayers for their safety and the sigh of relief at their late return.
So instead of feeling sad or empty or purposeless, I rejoice that I was given three beautiful, lavish gifts. I thank The Giver of every good and perfect gift that I experienced the joy, the heartache, the worry, the laughter, and the letting go of these amazing, living gifts.
Life with them was good. And it still is, even on days that I miss them.