To be loved
At this point in my life, I'm always missing someone. With grandchildren on opposite coasts, my heart is constantly longing. It's so strange when you become a grandparent, isn't it? You look into the faces of these new little humans, and you see traces of people you've loved - tiny wisps of familiarity and home in the corners of their eyes or dimples on chins and cheeks. I often wonder how my own mother was so great at balancing her needs with mine when I started having children. At times there is a part of me that desperately wants a do-over when it comes to parenting. I made so many mistakes. Missed opportunities and failures threaten to squeeze my chest until I can hardly breathe, even as I type this. But there is also beauty in seeing my children parent their own little ones. My role as Mimi still feels new to me, and I remind myself that I carry the lessons I've learned into this new season. My job is to delight and pour my love into the next generation, hoping
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