Tuesday, April 10, 2012
fare thee well
My mom left last night for America.
I cried. Big tears in front of gawking asians.
When we came back inside, Jude was feeling a little distressed over his weeping momma. He came over to dry my tears and offer a little comfort.
His face changed to look like a kind hearted 45 year old and he repeated what we've been telling him this week about NanNan, "Going to see PopPop." He said it with such a hopeful smile that those simple words would be just what I needed to hear that I couldn't help mopping up the tears a bit.
I'm not sure when he grew up?
And now...we're man-to-man parenting around here, about to jump headlong back into language study, wading through a lot of diapers and midnight feedings, and wondering how on earth people handle more than 2 children.
After Jude's little chat with me, I reminded myself that sadness over a departure should never obscure gratitude over the gift of time together.
So we're giving thanks for the time...and missing her helping hands already!