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Friday, February 27, 2009

emptying the nest

I think it's hard to let your little bears go, no matter what the circumstances are. J'Nanabear is leaving her little apartment so she and Jeffbear can go live in his dad's house. And I'm sad. I don't know why.
Here might be a reason or two.
Their apartment was "on the way" to a lot of places I drive to. So it was
convenient to stop in. I don't know yet where Jeff's dad lives.

There are lots of family at the new place and it sounds like the two of them will have plenty of love and help and support. That is good.

She's moving AWAY. Don't know how to explain that. It just is what it is. It seems like a great big giant step in the other direction.

I'm sure I'll be missing her more than ever.

Anyway it's just not easy and I feel grumpy and sad.

5 comments:

Judie and George said...

I know just what you mean. One of my girls used to go right by our house to get to Costco. When they built one on her end of town, she stopped coming over because I was no longer on the way to the store. I missed it. It's also like when Damon gets home. He has been away for two years, long enough to be totally emancipated. He will no doubt meet some girl who will want him to spent all of his time with her family. He will no longer be my guy, but will turn into her guy. I feel sad and it hasn't even happened yet!

mudderbear said...

Ahhh,,, I guess that's life.
You remind me of when my boy was ordained a Deacon. I cried for two days because, he just wasn't mine anymore. That was silly and not even true, of course. But I know how you feel about Damon now.
It's the sacrifice mothers make. But we mustn't forget that they will always need us in their lives..even if we don't see them much anymore. Shoot...I'm not sure this is working to cheer us up much.

JoAnna said...

What was hard for me to learn was that it's hard on the little bear to fly away from the nest. When my baby brother bear was dating his now wife, I thought he'd kind of forgotten about me. I tried to be happy for him and his new life and love but I felt left behind. When I started dating Jeff and suddenly had no time for anyone else, of course I was happy, but it was hard. I don't think I gave baby brother bear credit for that. I would guess Judie's daughter misses stopping by her house when she goes to the store too, it's just that we get stuck doing what needs to be done and trying to get it done the "best" or fastest or easiest way possible.
Mumsy, everyday for at least two weeks, I've thought I want you to at least come drive by Jeff's dad's house so you know where I am. I keep wanting to drive you out to see our storage shed for crying out loud- just so I know my mommy is taking care of me or something. But what fun would that be and it's so far away! I even invite you to come help me clean, just because I want to know my mommy is there with me. Woohoo, cleaning!
Anyway, my point is, I miss you a lot too. And as I'm typing and thinking of getting things done and doing things the most effeciently, I'm thinking of all the email forwards etc I've read about doing what really matters in life. Are we/am I letting the important things go by? Maybe I need to stop and say wait a minute, I want my mommy and this is how it's going to happen! Would that work???

Judie and George said...

You know, I always feel better when I have a picture in my mind. When the girls went to school, or moved, if I could see where they were, I could picture them there. That helped me to feel better about things, like they didn't really disappear into the vast unknown, but were in a specific place I had seen.

mudderbear said...

you're both right. At least we are sharing this...we aren't abandoned. It's just life going on it's way. Soon there will be a lot to celebrate and we'll be happy...with just a little bit sad.

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