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I cried again, dagnabbit. I am a Goodbye Wuss.
My son, who lives in Florida, visited over the weekend. His lovely girlfriend accompanied him, and we enjoyed a wonderful family weekend. It had to end of course, and that meant the dreaded goodbye.
Some mothers say goodbye to their grown-up kids with nary a tear to mar the farewell. I envy those mothers their stalwart demeanor and stiff upper lip. I don’t like being a cry baby.
Lest you think me an emotional basket case, please understand that I don’t cry all day. It is just that initial wrenching away that starts the water works. The tears flow for a couple of minutes, and then I’m rational again. But flow they do.
I don’t regret honest emotion, but it would be nice to stop the goodbye tears. It only makes my son feel bad and does nothing to make me feel better. And I’m proud that he’s strong and self-sufficient; happy that he moved to a place where he is thriving, even if it means seeing him only a few times a year.
So why the boo-hooing, for Pete’s sake?
If you know the secret method for clean, tear-free goodbyes, I’d appreciate a tip. My kids deserve a smiling face when they depart the nest, and I’d like to give them one.
Besides, I don’t like being a wuss.
Lisa
p.s. I dropped your name on Gina's post, Barb. ;)
thank you so much Lisa, that helps a lot. I know he tried to blame me for so much stuff, but like I told all of his family and mine none of that added up to a divorce. I do realize it's his needs, it just hurts so bad to think how many years he's
I have the opposite problem, my youngest daughter of two is now working in Ecuador. She has been away for most of the last 6 years with exchange programs after high school and during college. Now she lives in Ecuador. We went there for Christmas and she came home in April for a visit.
She gets mad at me because I don’t cry when she leaves. I tear up daily when she is gone when I think about her, worry about her and miss her. The moment she boards the plane, the pain runs so deep that I just have to shut down. If I let the tears flow I would fall apart completely. I have had to develop a protective mechanism out of necessity.
We all have our own way of dealing with this kind of sadness. Your son should be honored that you cry when he leaves, he will always know that you love him. Don’t worry about it!