WHEN I WATCH my granddaughter, I glimpse her mama. In a profile. In a smile. In the way her hair curls.
When I watch my grandson, I see my son. In chunky body. In his sweet face. And I flash back 25 years.
In those moments I yearn for the days of children at home. To hug. To greet every morning and kiss every night. To know they are safe and happy and within the reach of my arms.
But years pass and life changes and kids fly away from home. Some literally, some not. They grow their independence, move on, start their own lives. Even though distance separates, a mother’s love knows no geographical boundaries. And the missing them never goes away.
Then grandchildren arrive. Not replacing anyone or any memories. Rather, they add a new kind of love to life. Beautiful and wonderful and lovely and reminders of the children I raised. The daughters and the son, whom I love beyond measure. No matter the space that separates us.
© Copyright 2019 Audrey Kletscher Helbling