I know for sure, with absolute certainty I'm "hormonal" when I find myself tearing up at Home Depot commercials. I mean, seriously? The people in their little orange aprons with big smiling faces...I wish they were my friends. *sob*. Hallmark card commercials? I'm on the floor, a puddled mess of a woman.
It certainly doesn't help that my middle daughter, my precious child, who was in Europe for 3 months finally came home and stayed with me for 2 weeks. And then she left. Some ridiculous, "but mother I do have a job waiting for me and I need to find an apartment for the Fall semester" excuse she's been using since she was 10.
Two glorious, enchanted weeks, where we laughed and played and played and laughed. And giggled. And cooked. And talked. And watched movies. And biked. And shopped. And loved on each other.
I must stop now before I hyperventilate.
It's not easy coming to terms with the 'empty nest' years.
I loved being home with my 3 girls. I babied them, saying things like, I wub oo.
"We wub oo too mommy." Poor little dumb kids. Then, we'd all pile up on the couch together, like puppies from the same litter, and watch Disney movies and eat candy. Or the girls would play dress up, and stay outside all day pretending the 'hot lava' was coming...ohhh, the scary hot lava! I know, it makes no sense. That they did this until they were in high school. Poor little weird kids.
Unlike the mothers of today, I didn't raise baby geniuses, toddler Phds, or Preschool Einsteins.
No, I talked to them in baby talk until last year. Would oo like a cup of wa-wa? "Es pwees".
And then I sent them to college.
I know they'll be back. Someday. When they need a built in babysitter, or a loan. And I'll be here waiting for them and their babies, and I hope I like their husbands and that their husbands like me. (although, evil mother-in-law does have a certain ring to it, doesn't it?)
Until then, the Ford pick-up truck commercial just came on. I gotta go...
P.S. I wub oo ebbybody, Happy Mudders Day!
