tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post7887136515661306622..comments2023-12-28T09:32:32.680-06:00Comments on Good Day, Regular People: When They Come Home Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-998814968076223952014-12-28T01:15:40.534-06:002014-12-28T01:15:40.534-06:00I just can't. I've tried to read it twice,...I just can't. I've tried to read it twice, but I skim with watery eyes. <br /><br />I just can't.<br /><br />I feel a panicked drive to swallow every day whole so I never feel hungry for memories after they go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-15120333044635065402014-12-23T22:53:59.710-06:002014-12-23T22:53:59.710-06:00My friend, Charlotte. Thank you. xo My friend, Charlotte. Thank you. xo Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-68318454033962666802014-12-23T22:53:45.432-06:002014-12-23T22:53:45.432-06:00I'll be here to read your words, Shannon. xoI'll be here to read your words, Shannon. xoAlexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-65094866595271965372014-12-23T22:53:30.080-06:002014-12-23T22:53:30.080-06:00He's coming home! Is there anything more wonde...He's coming home! Is there anything more wonderful than that!!!!Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-5456802049399867452014-12-23T22:53:10.904-06:002014-12-23T22:53:10.904-06:00How we adore them, Stefanie!How we adore them, Stefanie!Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-49130216281794089492014-12-23T22:52:53.174-06:002014-12-23T22:52:53.174-06:00I love you, my Tess. xoI love you, my Tess. xoAlexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-6880424950118998152014-12-23T22:52:34.142-06:002014-12-23T22:52:34.142-06:00That is IT. I remember the sting, of realizing, he...That is IT. I remember the sting, of realizing, he was going to have moments that didn't include me. I was part of everything for him, we shared it all, for so long. xo Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-20121705792197919602014-12-23T22:51:56.325-06:002014-12-23T22:51:56.325-06:00It is a new adventure for them. We are there, like...It is a new adventure for them. We are there, like a strong undercurrent that keeps things flowing. But how we miss them in those months is between visits! Thanks for being here for me, Andrea. xoAlexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-24789147555003082682014-12-23T22:50:57.487-06:002014-12-23T22:50:57.487-06:00Michelle, will they all be gone then? I still have...Michelle, will they all be gone then? I still have two more at home, but I know that won't last long. Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-37112577598847374732014-12-23T22:50:26.698-06:002014-12-23T22:50:26.698-06:00Thank you, Meg. It's so true, isn't it? We...Thank you, Meg. It's so true, isn't it? We are thrilled for them, but how my heart pangs for the little boy days once more.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-65451418705563918262014-12-23T22:49:59.798-06:002014-12-23T22:49:59.798-06:00We make them into our little kids so many times, a...We make them into our little kids so many times, and we have to remind ourselves, they're adults now. Just as we were at that age. How it changes everything about how I remember my mother now.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-55948819371336514022014-12-23T22:49:19.787-06:002014-12-23T22:49:19.787-06:00I want to, but it breaks my heart every time I loo...I want to, but it breaks my heart every time I look at it!!Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-60346651817312536222014-12-23T22:49:00.914-06:002014-12-23T22:49:00.914-06:00Jocelyn, have I told you how grateful I am that we...Jocelyn, have I told you how grateful I am that we've met? I know I have, but I have to say it again and again. I'm happy to know you. xoAlexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-90258694331816484762014-12-23T12:45:36.492-06:002014-12-23T12:45:36.492-06:00Oh, Alexandra... this is so incredibly beautiful. ...Oh, Alexandra... this is so incredibly beautiful. i am so happy for you, for your son... and that you are both soaking in your time together. I can't begin to imagine the many waves of emotions that must be flooding in and out. <br /><br />"I find myself thrilled for him, relieved that he's adapted, grateful that he is happy. I feel all of these things at the same time as a lump in my throat."<br /><br />Do you realize how very lucky your son is to have such a sweet, doting, amazing, caring mother? One who wants to know he has enough hats and that he's loving and living life to its fullest? <br /><br />XOXO and happy holidays to you all! mypixiebloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09135461083810124483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-43544224130358106512014-12-23T08:46:10.052-06:002014-12-23T08:46:10.052-06:00This post makes me so very happy and so very sad a...This post makes me so very happy and so very sad at the same time. It is bittersweet- this letting them go. I am very glad he's doing well and so happy that you get a few weeks with a house full again. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-6398662876605322752014-12-20T17:07:59.016-06:002014-12-20T17:07:59.016-06:00My son (only child) is coming home soon, and you p...My son (only child) is coming home soon, and you put my feelings about it in words that were beautifully written and touching to read.blogqueendianehttp://www.thoughtstipsandtales.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-30169818673473218892014-12-20T13:09:43.706-06:002014-12-20T13:09:43.706-06:00It took me far too long to read this as I felt lik...It took me far too long to read this as I felt like I needed windshield wipers to see the words. Oh my heart. My son got home last night. I don't even realize how much I miss him until he walks through the front door with that stunning smile. Enjoy your time with your sweet boy.Stefaniehttp://www.momsmack.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-35559002568462323282014-12-20T10:44:40.143-06:002014-12-20T10:44:40.143-06:00I didn't fare so well without the leaky eyes. ...I didn't fare so well without the leaky eyes. You got me with, " I listen to his voice fill the kitchen and his laugh grips my heart hard enough to hurt". Then my heart grew warm with, "His mood is fantastic, and his eyes dance with the details of his days." And most of it just brought a sweet smile to my face (as what Maggie quoted above). Love you my friend - you are the best kind of mom out there.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13254471479464063893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-70175225148048574012014-12-20T09:06:28.599-06:002014-12-20T09:06:28.599-06:00Oh, Alexandra. I remember my grandmother expressin...Oh, Alexandra. I remember my grandmother expressing the exact same thing about kindergarten when my dad (her first-born) went to school: "It was the first time I wouldn't know everything about his day." And I felt it, too. (Cried as I drove away after dropping them off there.) But, yes. We adjust. There is so much now that I don't know about their days, and it is OK. I can't tell you how much it comforts me to know that even you (who I think of as one of the fiercest, most motherly of mothers I know) is finding the transition to college OK. Because in two years they will be coming home from their first term at college to visit me, and any time I let myself stop and really, deeply see that...well. I rarely do. I am so happy for you that you have him back home for a bit now. Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04227597091783239454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-24726555704725108632014-12-20T07:56:23.418-06:002014-12-20T07:56:23.418-06:00I made it all the way through without crying...alm...I made it all the way through without crying...almost. As much as I know how difficult this will all feel for us here next year, I am also thrilled at the thought of our son finding his own new happy as well. Hooray for your boy and his new adventure. Thank you for sharing!Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01294308714313220666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-85807415856064221802014-12-20T06:40:17.386-06:002014-12-20T06:40:17.386-06:00My fourth is about to leave the nest and the feeli...My fourth is about to leave the nest and the feelings never change. Beautifully written. Also, as written above, save the step stool for the grand kids. :)Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056522969821813838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-16715458300238787392014-12-20T04:42:40.124-06:002014-12-20T04:42:40.124-06:00Our son, a sophmore, is also home for the holidays...Our son, a sophmore, is also home for the holidays. You hit the range of emotioms. That emerge when one comes home perfectly.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01288912903659572443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-77513777972969763672014-12-20T01:40:57.143-06:002014-12-20T01:40:57.143-06:00It's hard to know what to say to him without s...It's hard to know what to say to him without saying, tell me everything. I try to not ask too many rapid-fire questions. I will wait until we have time alone to ask how he is, not so much about classes and school and if he felt he aced his papers. I want to know where he gets his hair cut, is there a really good pasta place close by, did it feel strange the first night he wasn't home?<br /><br />Are his boots warm enough?<br /><br />Does he use a buddy system when he goes out?<br /><br />Why don't I ever see pictures of him with his hat?<br /><br />----YES! I so relate to this beautifully expressed love.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-24316845013781969222014-12-20T01:22:04.906-06:002014-12-20T01:22:04.906-06:00Save that green stool for the grandchildren that w...Save that green stool for the grandchildren that will come along, eventually!Ms. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06263882972749791087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-58907388772755672822014-12-20T00:59:43.208-06:002014-12-20T00:59:43.208-06:00I am always crazy happy when you write deep-from-t...I am always crazy happy when you write deep-from-the heart. Oh, the yogurt that doesn't get eaten...that footstool in the bathroom...that duffel bag...and your tremendous ability to realize, despite your heart, that he's exactly where he needs to be.Jocelynhttp://omightycrisis.comnoreply@blogger.com