I could see the airport in the distance. The rain was pounding my windshield. Ashley was screaming in the backseat. My poor Mom sitting beside her trying to eek out just a few more seconds of time in front of her. My eye's welled with tears. It was the inevitable time for my Mom and and I to part ways; she would head back to Michigan this morning and I would head back home to resume my Motherly duties with out my faithful backup. There is such an emptiness when she leaves. The time truly does fly by with out a care in the world that it will be months before we will see each other again. This was a fun trip. Ashley's birthday party was Saturday and the weekend was a whirlwind of planning, shopping, and last minute preparations. We'd been talking about it for months. Trading pictures and ideas. The party flew by and sweet relief rushed over me when it was over. Mostly because Ashley had been great. Then life resumed and I returned to work. Grandma took care of Ashley all week..walks, swimming, reading and playing. What a great week for Ash! As always our time together draws to a close too soon. There is definitely an itch for both to get back to "normal" life but we both know the ache of being so far apart. That morning we wrapped up loose ends, got her all packed up and headed out the door. Uncharacteristically, Ashley just screamed the whole way to the airport. I told my mom this was Ashley's way of making it easier to go home. We both snickered a bit knowing there was no easy way to say good bye. I quickly pulled in to departures and we unpacked her bags and I pulled a teary Ash out of her car seat. Mom and I hugged and cried. Thanked each other for "everything" said our "I love you's" and that was that. She headed in and I packed Ashley back up. We both cried the whole way home. The rain poured down. It was fitting for our mood.
When I lived in Michigan seeing my Mom was such a "to do" list item. It was only when I moved that I realized how hard it was to not have her around. We can rationalize that the time we spend together now is "quality" time; but that doesn't make it any easier. It's hard to grow up and be an adult. It's hard to be a wife and a mom. When my Mom is here the burden is lifted. Laundry is done, dinner gets made, stains find there way out of clothes, buttons and holes in shirts get sewn up, silverware drawers get cleaned out, and I get to watch my little girl enjoy my Mom the way I do. She is such a lucky little girl to have my Mom as her Grandma. I am such a lucky girl to have my Mom.
For all you lucky gal's who's Mommy's live near by...count your blessings. Even if she gets on your nerves...and let's be honest it happens. Enjoy that you get to spend that mundane day to day together.
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