I hear you. I always wonder, am I calling/texting them enough or too much. I remember my mother calling me and wish I had talked to her more. When I went to college, I found so many fun things to do on the weekends with my new friends, a lot of time passed during which I did not go home for the weekend, or call, to the point that my Dad called the university to see if I was still enrolled. :-D
I didn’t talk to or appreciate my mom nearly enough when she was here. She would call me and say she fixed a big pot of chili or soup and “You know me, I made too much. Y’all are welcome to come have some with me.” She thought she was being sly, but I always knew that meant she needed to see us, so we gladly accepted. Boy, I miss those days.
I hear you. I always wonder, am I calling/texting them enough or too much. I remember my mother calling me and wish I had talked to her more. When I went to college, I found so many fun things to do on the weekends with my new friends, a lot of time passed during which I did not go home for the weekend, or call, to the point that my Dad called the university to see if I was still enrolled. :-D
I didn’t talk to or appreciate my mom nearly enough when she was here. She would call me and say she fixed a big pot of chili or soup and “You know me, I made too much. Y’all are welcome to come have some with me.” She thought she was being sly, but I always knew that meant she needed to see us, so we gladly accepted. Boy, I miss those days.