It's Hard to Say Goodbye

Well, my home feels empty again. In the afternoon, when all the boys arrive home from school, I still feel like someone is missing. I guess it is true. Karin returned to the University yesterday - excitement for her, melancholy for me. Girl friends that are older than me and have sent their own children into the world become my truest friends because they know my heart. When they ask how I'm doing and see a tear in my eye, their eyes tear up too. Without any words said, they know what I am feeling. I am glad not to be the first mother to have these feelings.