Two more weeks. Lately I've been counting down. I'm trying so hard to keep on top of stuff, but stuff keeps popping up.
Two more weeks. My youngest daughter will marry a young man she has known for a long time. I really, really like him. I think of him as part of the family.
Two more weeks. I will have to learn to let go. I can feel my daughter cutting, no hacking away at the apron strings. She doesn't want my help, really. I understand that and I don't. I just want to help, but it's not wanted. So what do I do?
Two more weeks. I wish I had a friend close by who could just help me through this. My friends I'm close to live so far away or are busy with their own emptying of the nest.
Two more weeks. My middle daughter turns 30 in two weeks. My youngest son turns 28. It seems like only yesterday I gave birth to the.
It seems like only yesterday I gave birth to my youngest daughter.
Now they are grown and busy with their own lives. And that is how it should be.
I'm glad I raised them to be independent.
But in two more weeks will anyone want me to be mom?
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