It’s Friday! And that means around the blogosphere you hear the tap-tap-tapping of fingers on keyboards as they unabashedly type out their thoughts for 5 minutes, writing, unedited, ready to share, using the same word prompt, for everyone to read over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s place.
Lonely. When my husband leaves for an extended period of time. When I’m far from my children too long. When a child grows up and out of the house and there is an empty place at the dinner table. When I hear their sweet voices over the long distance telephone and I want to hug their chubby bodies and kiss their fat cheeks I’m lonely for my grandchildren. When I count out an odd number of plates and remember how it was always an even number I’m lonely for days gone by. When I pick up a meat fork and stab the not-quite-like-mom’s pot roast and I’m lonely for coffee and conversation with her. But, then, lonely makes me love all the more, makes me want to make the most of the moments I’m given with the ones I love. Lonely is not all together a bad thing, but a thing that teaches, a thing that brings growth.