She texted, “I’m coming home to pick up a couple of things.”
“Ok, sounds good,” I replied.
YESSSS… I thought. Maybe she will stay and chat for a bit.
We’d just returned from a late afternoon walk, decided to build a fire in the fire pit, sit in the Adirondack chairs, and enjoy a glass of wine.
Maybe she’ll want to sit by the fire too. Maybe she’ll have time for a glass of wine.
My empty nester mom self was full of cautious optimism.
She and her sister go to college right here in town. I try so hard to pretend my girls are five hundred miles away.. .to give them space and have no expectation of seeing them often. Mostly I’m good at it.
As I watched her car crest the hill on the dirt road and turn up the driveway, I tried my best to play it cool. I wanted to dash toward the driveway and envelop her in a big old mama hug. But I sat in the chair by the fire, smiling, watching as she pulled her car to a stop, stepped onto the driveway and walked in my direction grinning.
She sat. She chatted. She giggled. She sipped her wine and checked her phone. She was happy to be home, even if only for an hour or so. I was happy too.