Missing my son after moving him halfway across the country
I've tried not to call so they have some time together to settle in, etc. but I know I'm texting my son too much, etc. He's a grown man (24), but twice this week I've suddenly teared up when I thought about how long it will be before we can see them again. I know it's foolish, but it's just the thought that I can't jump in the car and be there within an hour or so. Silly, I know. I was never a helicopter parent when my son was growing up, but now I find myself wishing he wasn't so independent. We already have a daughter and her DH and kids in Texas we don't see often enough. The holidays this year will seem empty. Shit. Here come the tears!