The day has been a roller coaster of emotions for me. For one thing, I’ve not had the best week physically — and even though I am feeling better with mega antibiotics, I still feel very teary.
It’s kinda strange, really, but I’m missing our offspringin’s quite mightily. On Thursday evening all the local ones (Christina and Jesse, Raph and Regina, Deborah and Rachel) headed for Ohio in the family’s trusty mini-van. They dropped Rachel off at the airport for her very first flight ever. She was headed to Dayton, Ohio and Lem and Jessica’s house for Senior Friday at Cedarville University. The rest of them were headed for Holmes County, Ohio, and the stomping grounds of Regina’s homefolk. After Rachel finished her day, Lem got off school and Jessica got off work, the three of them were heading up to Holmes County for what they were calling “A Sibs’ Weekend.”
“A Sibs’ Weekend?!?!?” I asked Deborah the other day. “What brought this on?”
She looked at me as if I had two heads. “Mom!” She said, indignantly. “We haven’t been together since Raph and Regina’s wedding!!!”
“How come I wasn’t invited? Daddy and I? I mean, maybe we would have liked to get together with you kids, too.”
She looked guilty, looked nonplussed, then said, “Well, Mom, do you want to come? We didn’t know you would want to come. We didn’t know you could come. I mean . . .”
“That’s okay, Deborah. It’s communion weekend, and we do have lots of things to do here, but it still would have been nice to be with you.”
“Sorry, Mom. We thought it would be neat to all be together.” (She didn’t say “without parents” but she might as well have.)
So they’ve been gone all weekend. The house is dead quiet. Certain Man has worked on some household things, trimmed some trees, fixed some leaks, worked at cleaning out a shed. I’ve kinda moped around, did laundry, changed some sheets, hung out some laundry in the beautiful Autumn sunshine, did kitchen stuff, worked on bookwork, emptied some flower boxes that got caught in the frost this week, listened to my classical music without opposition, and even shed some tears. Both Nettie and Cecilia seem to be subdued, and it is funny how much I feel the same way.
Certain Man and I have wondered if the days of no children will be harder than we expected, and after today, I’m suspicious that they will. I usually don’t feel quite like this when they are gone, but the idea that they are all together without us is making me melancholy.
Now we may be getting to the crux of the matter:
I’m afraid I’m missing something!
And when I really get sane about it, I am pretty pleased that our children like each other enough to want to get together for a weekend. They seem to be starting a tradition of family togetherness rather early in their lives, and for that, I am grateful.
And Lord willing, they will be coming home tomorrow night. And then the stories will be so sweet.