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Now I understand one of the reasons why it must have been so hard to say good-bye.
I wasn't because of where you were going, but who you were leaving behind.
Your babies. All five of us. Even though grown, your babies. Now I understand.
Now I wonder so many things I wish I could have asked you.
How did you do it with not only one boy, but three?
Did you have more patience, or just more wooden spoons?
Are boys really different than girls?
How do you potty train a boy?
Do they always lie about pooping?
I wonder other things too, things now I realize I couldn't have asked then,
Because I hadn't become a mother yet.
How do you love the second (or third or fourth or fifth) as much as the first?
Mostly I know how much I miss you.
Miss drinking coffee in the morning, (white "zifadel" in the evening) at the kitchen table and solving the world's problems.
And I just miss your ability to listen... and listen... and listen.
And there are so many things I wonder....