The missing link

A part of me is missing,photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcdarius/5379265827/">mcdarius</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/">cc</a>
each and every day.
I have tried to “get over it”,
and to forget about it,
but it is a feeling I cannot dismiss.

I am the mother of four children,
but one of them is not at home.
She is away having a wonderful time,
holidaying working in the United States for the Summer.

Yet she is still here.
Everywhere I look.
Her bedroom is downstairs,
so I see it most of every day.
Her clothes still in the ironing basket,
or on her sister!

Her absence also highlights her presence
in our lives.
At our meals her place is vacant,
and her toothbrush missing from the shelf.

I know she is to be home in a few more weeks,
and I no longer mourn her absence,
but I never feel whole
whilst she is not around.

As I hear my other children,
laugh, shout and argue,
I inwardly note her voice is missing.
Unconsciously, conscious that she is absent.

Today she phoned.
And my heart turned somersaults,photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/splityarn/2325426592/">splityarn</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/">cc</a>
as I heard her bright and bubbly voice once more.
It warmed me to my very core.

Now hours later I hear her still.
And I long to have her home.

However she is not such a romantic as I,
and the voice I hear is not saying,
” Love you mum”,
Instead I hear her laughing as she says,
“Mum, you loser, get a life!”.

And as I remember her humor,
I miss her even more.
photo credit: splityarn via photopin cc
photo credit: mcdarius via photopin cc

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20 thoughts on “The missing link

        1. Oh she is definitely doing that, and that is all that matters. Happy days. I remember them myself and my mums feelings were of no concern to me!

  1. Big mummy hugs to you, Tric. I thought that “get a life” in the young person’s dictionary, wen addressed to a parent, translates as “I love you”. Her calling you is an “I love you” in itself! I’m sure that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree – she’s obviously a savvy girl πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you. I am delighted she is so happy. It is just me. My husband and family only smile when they hear me lamenting after her. I am afraid my children have a lot of my husband and his family in them and less of the emotional car crash that is my family. Not necessarily a bad thing I suppose. πŸ™‚

    1. I often wonder how long would it take for that feeling to go when your children eventually move out. Surely you move on to a different level?

        1. My mum told me once that occasionally she will wake up and think she heard one of us crying. She is in her eighties so it would appear that you are right, we carry our children with us forever.

  2. That brought a lump to my throat. I know im only at the beginning of raising chidren but i cant begin to imagine how painful that must feel for you, a baby being away from you, no matter how old they are….and i thought it was only going to get easier. At least console yourself she is happy and seizing life and she still calls home to her mummy….;o)

    1. Thank you. Motherhood really is the best and worst all in one! My daughter is due home in less than two weeks so I can’t wait. What a great day that will be.
      Sorry for the late reply to your comment, but I was away for the past ten days.

  3. She misses you more than she lets on! I always did that with my parents to help lighten the mood and yes even sometimes keep me from crying because I missed them too. Glad that she is coming home soon πŸ™‚

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