With spring-break approaching I get all excited about my girl coming home from college. As I am looking forward to spending time with her I know that she will have engagements with her friends and she will be looking to pick up a few shifts at the pizzeria. On both weekends, her father will be traveling up from Long Island, as he does each weekend to spend time (have dates) with his children. I don’t need to worry: What about my time with Sarah? We have a date. We are going into NYC for dinner and a Barbara Taylor Bradford lecture on fiction writing. In preparation, Sarah is reading A Woman of Substance, one of my all-time favorite novels, as we share a passion for literature.
Each day as work is very sporadic, Matthew is home with me. He lives here until he goes back to college in September. Initially, I thought of the television shows we sit and enjoy together, the meals I make that he sometimes eats instead of eating cereal. We do have our time together as I support him through his mental health services and work through the associated projects. Not that any of this is lively or fun, but, it is a loving connection we share.
Michael my gypsy 27-year-old is back in NY after many years away living in Alaska, Seattle, and Colorado. He lets me know when it’s ‘Momma Time’. I get the call “I’m on the bus”, always a surprise! We share our love of food. My son is a chef and although sometimes he likes to treat his mom to a special meal, other time, he’ll arrive with a nice bottle of wine or special dessert port to compliment dinner made by me, mom. We treasure our times surrounded by the meal.
Last but not least, my youngest, the freshie, who I don’t see much of although technically, she lives here. My thoughts are with her constantly. My heart aches as she flutters about with her friends. Last week, she was away at our favorite vacation spot, Cape Cod. This time she was not with me but with her friends. I heard more from her while she was away than when she’s home. It was lovely. I knew I was hearing from her because over the years, her special time at the Cape had been shared with me. We have our time on the Cape this summer already reserved, but I miss her and realize: we need to make a date; something soon. Although, she runs/pushes away: I know she feels like the forgotten child. She needs to know, she’s not. Mommy loves you, too! xoxoxo