He’s Coming Home

Ben Photo Strip piece




My boy will be home in less than a week.

Without realizing it, I have been making the place ready for his whirlwind to arrive.

Today, as I tidied up a corner of the kitchen, I realized it was for his eyes that I replaced photos on the bulletin board over the kitchen sink, a place I know he will gaze while he, I pray, washes at least one dish.

The feeling in my body is a mix of choked excitement lest I be too thrilled and scare the kid, flooding tears for the ache his departure has carved in to me, and happy dancing for all the playful light hours we can spend or I hope we will spend or if I am really truthful here, the minutes we will spend in between his visits to friends and going out and just leaving and coming and leaving and laundry, repeat, over the course of

six days.





I am happy.

Here is Leigh Strimbeck’s poem about her boy’s departure to college in August.
I recall my first visits home after the first leaving. And how those returns always brought with them a sea of emotion.

Leigh is one of the authors in An Anthology of Babes: 36 Women Give Motherhood a Voice.

Leigh is also going to be one of the readers for my Out of the Mouths of Babes: An Evening of Mothers Reading to Others this coming March 1, 2014.
Mark your calendars.

After Leigh's EVE Talk at Women's Voices for (a) Change at Skidmore College June 2013

After Leigh’s EVE Talk at Women’s Voices for (a) Change at Skidmore College June 2013

Remember Almanzo’s mother in Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder?

How she would cook and cook and cook for the family gatherings?

I am beginning to understand that instinct.

Keep them at the table.

Enjoy Leigh’s poem and so many more women’s writing about mothering and creativity on the Out of the Mouths of Babes blog series.


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  • Becky

    I’ll never forget little toddling Ben stopping in his tracks when I started crying tears of joy and enchantment when he asked you “can I run to her?” when you both picked me up at the Albany airport. 🙂

  • Lorrin Krouss

    I remember that feeling. Cooking favorite foods, fixing up rooms, new pillows on the beds. That preparing for the invasion of our children during college vacations. The house would be filled with friends, shoes and coats scattered everywhere. The TV always on, the phone ringing, the front door opening and closing. Cars crowded in the driveway as if it were a parking garage. We will never forget that Thanksgiving now so long ago when all four of our children (his two and my two) arrived at Kennedy airport all at different times. My husband made four separate trips to the airport in one day and a fifth one for a boyfriend who missed his connecting flight. They are all married now with amazing careers. No more phone calls about changing classes, changing roommates, good grades, bad grades, relationships gone south, successes and sometimes failures. I will miss forever those college years when the world never stopped spinning for all of us.

  • Alice Orr

    Just breathe and love him and know that you don’t have to make it perfect because it’s already perfect.