When your son leaves your country....

OK. So, he didn't go to war. He's not taking my grandchildren with him. It's a place that I CAN actually go visit. These are a sampling of the glib condolences from my well-meaning friends. But the fact remains...my son and his wife of eleven months and two weeks is now living in Mito, Ibariki Japan and I still live in Mustang, Oklahoma America. Given that, none of the above offers me much solace, save perhaps the one about being able to visit. And that, I fully intend to do as soon as the moment presents itself. Of course, not that I would be of any help to them other than being able to talk to them in English and give motherly hugs. And maybe make chicken soup...the soup of love. Anyway, meanwhile I can't just go over to their apartment and take them out to lunch or take over a rack of ribs or have them come over here and hot tub and have dinner or any of the other fun things to which I have become accustomed, so.....until then.....I'm going to be a little cranky.

as always.....mommawege