Day Two

okay Universe, ponder this.......

as usual, my traveling day (when i have to leave my kids and get back to my life),

leaves me with a heavy heart. 

i get busy, do a few deep breathing tricks and it goes away, 

 and i'm back to my semi-normal life. 

but bam-it hits me every time. 

deep down my kids (who are the world's greatest young persons) 

are probably doing the happy independence dance!! 

yes, i do know they love me!!

but why does that still happen?

when do you get the happy and grateful for having such great kids feeling,

instead of the sad and homesick feeling when you're driving away?

is it guilt? can a person be guilty of having great kids? 

or pride? can you be too proud of how well rounded and wonderful they turned out?

or maybe just loneliness? i just miss being around them.

they say you can choose your friends, but not your family.

but my kids are my friends as well as my family,

and i'd be friends with them even if we weren't related.

(*CHIME*) and maybe that's how they feel about me.

 

*okay, i get it now.*

i think the next time i get invited to visit or move one of them or both of them

in the incredibly hot heat of a Texas august, 

(just got a phone call, this coming weekend i'm ATX bound again)

as i am driving home, 

i will remember how fortunate i am

to have these two wonderful young people as life long friends,

and get home with a heart, heavy because it's stuffed full of love!!

(* the chime = the universe talking back to me ;-) , it really isn't a chime, just someone talking to me in my head, out of no where!!)