Being a mum of three boys, one of my biggest heartaches is:
As my sons grow older, they will move out of home, find a girlfriend, get married, start their own families and… I’ll hardly ever see or talk to them!
I know it’s a pretty selfish thought. I know it’s a bit simplistic.
And I know they are supposed to grow up, leave the nest and start a new nest of their own. But ah, I’ll miss them.
I feel that, deep down, maybe if I had girls, maybe I’d have a closer bond with them in the future.
We’d go for spas together, get our nails done, talk about hairdressers, swap recipes, go shopping for dresses to wear to a wedding, have coffee and chat about all kinds of crap women talk about — just like my sister and I do with my own mum, right now.
Sometimes I look at my sons and I’m struck with a vision that I’ve lost them, even before they’re gone.
I think, what kind of person are you going to be in the future? What kind of relationship am I going to have with you? Are we going to like each other? Are we going to have anything in common??
Tender heart aside, I decided to be a bit proactive about it.
If I want my boys to take me out for coffee and brunch in the future, I’m going to take them out for coffee and brunch NOW.
We sit at a cafe table – just one teenager and I – and we talk about all kinds of crap.
I’m not exaggerating.
It is next-level, utter crap.
And as crazy as it sounds, it’s feels so good for my soul.