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
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.
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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