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--on my walk today,  I kept praying I’d see my sister walk around the corner of these tracks.  We’d run to each other and hug and kiss and sit right there in the dirt crying and talking all night long.  That’s what I prayed.

–on my walk today, I kept praying I’d see my sister walk around the corner of these tracks. We’d run to each other and hug and kiss and sit right there in the dirt crying and talking all night long. That’s what I prayed.

–“You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.”  —Boyhood


I’ve been pondering about the moments, the transformations, the milestones of life. How quickly they come and disappear, how abruptly they arrive unnoticed, how we don’t take the time to savor them, hold them in our minds, roll the beauty around our tongues, love moment after moment with our entire souls.


Meeting your soul-mate. Marriage. Having a baby.  Breastfeeding. Having another baby. Teaching them how to ride their bikes. How to be good people. How to love entirely. Birthday Parties. Driver’s licenses. O’ my god. Sporting events. Graduation. New jobs. College. Leaving.


The leaving. The fucking leaving. The leaving is killing me. I mean, who am I when my boys are 3000 miles away?


Small deaths are heartbreaking. The miles are ungraspable. Motherhood hurts.


Like I’ve said, I’ve been pondering and reflecting this very thing. I’ve been crying and praying and trying to accept the leaving.


I’ve never been good with leaving. I want everything and everybody to stay, to remain with me. Please stay with me.


It’s like being thirsty & hungry. For something. Connection. Touch.   Somebody to cry with. Somebody who understands about leaving. Your own blood. The same womb.


But I’m not thirsty.   I’m not hungry.


I just need my sister.


…but she’s gone, too.


—–Darling, Readers,   intellectually, I know transformation helps one grow, learn, become enlightened, but apparently, my heart doesn’t realize that.   How are you with change & leaving

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  • Reply
    Barbara Hammond
    June 9, 2015 at 12:15 pm

    All I knew growing up was change. I think it hardened me to it. But, under the crust I cry and ache.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 1:57 pm

      Yes, I get it.
      We were always in one place, secure, together…
      this may be why it is so difficult, b. xx

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    June 9, 2015 at 12:34 pm

    Leaving has been a big part of my life. You do your best to adjust. Remember, so far apart and yet so close together.

    Hugs from a guy from Vancouver, Canada living in Leek, England 🙂

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    Debbie D.
    June 9, 2015 at 1:16 pm

    I don’t have children, but can imagine how difficult it must be for parents when they move away. Only natural to want to share this sadness with your sister, Kim. Hopefully your hubby or a close friend will be able to provide some comfort.

    On the flipside, my parents moved over 2000 miles away from me decades ago and I was okay with that. So were they, but we weren’t that close of a family. Way too dysfunctional! 😛

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:44 am

      As always, thank you for your comments!! xx

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    Carrie Rubin
    June 9, 2015 at 1:27 pm

    My oldest will be leaving for college in August. It’s not far away, but it’s still ‘away.’ Will be difficult to have him leave, but I suppose even more so when my youngest heads out too. A new chapter in life, I guess.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:43 am

      a new chapter, yes! I’m never ready for those chapters! xx

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    nan @ lbddiaries
    June 9, 2015 at 1:53 pm

    I’m blessed because someone warned me when Alpha Son was 2 years old that I should start praying then that I wouldn’t experience empty nest agony and that I would gracefully allow the apron strings to be cut without making him feel guilty for wanting to use the very wings I gave him to go out and fly. My mom never did cut the apron strings and I lived almost my entire adult life feeling guilty for wanting to fly. I refused to do that with him. He is a well adjusted young man (33) and I enjoy him so much. He’s more friend than son but son still glimmers through. And when I turned around, there was Alpha Hubby waiting for me to come enjoy my own new freedom and learn to fly with him. Oh we are having so much more fun now. That is who you are, Kim – a woman who can fly and be any woman you want her to be but still connected – to Kay through memories and your work for her, and by developing that new relationship with sons. You are free to fly, too. Find that and you’ll find an entirely new outlook on life, one that is just a beginning.

    This new pared down blog site is … clean. I miss your other one but this one is kind of nice! Makes me want to pare down, too!

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    June 9, 2015 at 2:04 pm

    My Dear Kim- you take all the time to grieve and cry – you know it takes time and each tear, each cry will help you to see that the future could be holding such great things like grandbabies and you and Mr. Liverpool having more time together. I am up for being adopted and can move in if you like. 🙂 you raised 2 wonderful young men who need to get out there and change the world. xoxo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:42 am

      It’s just me and Mr. L. that’s okay. I still dig him! haaa. xxxxx

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    lisa thomson
    June 9, 2015 at 2:10 pm

    Oh, Kim motherhood does hurt. It hurts like hell sometimes and they don’t tell you that in the manual. It’s a series of losses. It’s especially poignant for you because you have lost Kay. You feel your boys leaving even more deeply. Our heart doesn’t understand. No.

    Hey, the site is so clean and slick. Did you change domains?

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:41 am

      all of these changes are like “little deaths.” I’ve never been good w/ change. In fact, I suckkkkkkkkkkkk.
      How are you?
      My domain is the same…just a few changes. LOLLLLLL I even hate that!

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    Kim Gagnon
    June 9, 2015 at 3:56 pm

    Love you u Kimmy !!! Together soon !!! Xoxoxo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:39 am

      I owe you a birthday lunch, sweets! Luv U. xxxx

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    Charlene Ross
    June 9, 2015 at 5:30 pm


    You know this touched my heart especially because Chandler is going away to college. Your boys will be back. My boy will be back. Or they won’t. (Oh but I do hope they all come back.)

    Just remember you left your mother to go on a cruise ship all those years ago. You came back (and brought another woman’s son with you). 🙂

    But yes it’s so damn hard. We want them to grow and to fly and to be free. And to (hopefully one day veryveryvery soon) come back. But if they don’t, you know (and I know too) that you are forever home. And forever in their hearts.

    (And if they ever come down south to LA you’ll have to visit them – and me!)

    Love you, mama! Hang in there!

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:39 am

      L A! Yes. You are such an UP-Town Chick!
      How are you? How do you feel about Chandler leaving?
      When one receives wings, it HURTS Mamas!

      xxxxx LUV U

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    Jennifer Wolfe
    June 9, 2015 at 5:43 pm

    Oh, the leaving. It spins me around and leaves me so nervous…and all I can do is write and walk and think and pray that this is where my children are meant to be, and that all I’ve done will let them know they have a soft place to land whenever they need it. All that and social media stalking. Gotta see what they’re up to 🙂

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:37 am

      OOOOOO, yes, the walking.
      The walking is wonderful.
      And thank goodness for Social Media! xx

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    Meditating mummy
    June 9, 2015 at 5:45 pm

    My dearest friend, I love your powerful words, ” motherhood hurts” yes it does. We’re ready, and yet we aren’t. We’re never prepared for the change it brings. We watch our children grow, when it is time, when those wings begin to flap, we have to believe it will be okay. They will come back.

    I’m not good with change. I keep looking for quotes to match how I’m feeling right this minute. A lot of change in my life. Mostly good. My life has been one change after another and I don’t like it. I want to fight it but I keep rolling with it, accepting it, hoping it will make me stronger and better with each change.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:36 am

      transformation is powerful. I know in my darkest hours is when I’ve grown and learned the most.
      THAT SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKS. xx kisss from MN>

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    Anna @ shenANNAgans
    June 9, 2015 at 6:54 pm

    I am not a Momma, but I am the daughter to an amazing Momma who I have always had a soul connection with. We are more friends than mother/daughter. It always hurts like hell when we are separated, but over the years, it has got better. Especially with technology, we can skype and see each other every day. Lots say our relationship isn’t very well adjusted, but I figure I have had to let go of a heck of a lot and when you have that special someone and there isn’t a reason not to have them, they stay.

    I guess to answer your question, I dont handle change very well at all. And when people leave, I feel devastated. A good TV series to escape into helps for the initial pain, knitting and being in nature help too.

    Anyways, I can appreciate your hurting heart. Sending you big squishy hugs and truck loads of love from Australia. xox

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:35 am

      Anna, you get it.
      Even after Downton Abbey ended, I cried! After Sex and the City, too!! LOLLL.
      LOve flowing to you down under, darling. xxx

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    June 9, 2015 at 9:09 pm

    I can imagine how cutting that ache must be even though I don’t have kids. Any time someone who has been such a big part of our lives is suddenly just gone brings so many emotions and issues into play. Life brings us change and that change hurts, and we still go on. Every. Single. Day.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:34 am

      so many changes at one time. I just need to go thru the process and come out the other side!! xx

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    Annette Molitor
    June 9, 2015 at 9:34 pm

    Well Kim,

    It’s hard. I love the video clip you shared. I have no children but I lost my cat and I grieved tremendously. I’m caring for my parents cat. He cannot replace my Misty, but he’s sweet and he makes a great Mobey. I kiss his tummy and stroke his paws.

    I have nieces/nephews and I’d like to believe I make a good aunt. Because when young men in their twenties hug me and still call me Auntie, it tags me. My brothers calls me Sis. I am Auntie Ette to my nieces because one of them could not say my name and it stuck.

    I grieved when I left my ex. I grieved what I wanted to be, I grieved the spirit that I temporarily lost. But then I met a decent man. He respects me, loves me, he tags me as kind, friendly, etc…That is what your significant other should do. Build you up. I truly appreciate his kind caring soul, his Christianity, his humor, his intelligence. My ex made me see dark, but because of that I know what light is. I know what a good man is. Perhaps I appreciate him more than an if I had not been with the devil.

    You DEAR LADY are tagged as well. You are a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, an educator, an animal lover a writer. And even your grief toward losing Kay tags you. It makes you a wonderful sister, a loving caring wonderful sister. All these things that tag you make you spectacular.

    We are tagged as daughters of God. And for those that have passed on into the after life, we have assurance that we’ll see them again. I copied a link for you to watch on you-tube; (I can only Imagine; Mercy Me w/ lyrics). It will leave you speechless, it will give you goose bumps. You’ll have assurance that you WILL see Kay.


    Little Chickie

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 7:32 am

      I CAN Only Imagine was played at Kay’s funeral. This song has DEEP, Significant meaning. I play it at the cemetery when I go up there, too.

      How did you know? I love your comments and words, sweets. xxxx

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    Hotly Spiced
    June 10, 2015 at 12:29 am

    New stages in life can be painful. We don’t go through the leaving of our kids for college here in Oz as kids stay at home and commute to Uni. Sometimes I wish I lived in the US! And yes, those who are no longer with us that we’ve loved deeply, are missed for forever and I don’t know of anything that lessens that pain. Sending lots of love across the miles xx

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    June 10, 2015 at 1:12 am

    Oh Kim, I am equally as bad. I cry every single time I drop Pete at the airport even if he is only going to be away for a week! I am the same each time I say goodbye to my folks after they have visited or I have visited with them, so I have no words of wisdom to share with you, sorry darlin.
    Sending you much love, hugs and kisses across the vast oceans which currently separate us.
    🙂 Mandy xoxoxo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 7:29 am

      I despise separation. I want to touch, feel, see the eyes! Don’t you?
      Can one love too deeply? If so, I do. And YOU do, too! I want everything.

      xxx kisssssssssssss

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    June 10, 2015 at 1:12 am

    What Nan said. And, who you are is who you’ve always been since time began 🙂 Love flowing to you, sweets xx

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 7:27 am

      I feel the love and I send it back to AUSSIE land xxxx

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    June 10, 2015 at 1:41 am

    Leaving sucks Kim. Some say it’s what life is about. I don’t want to see life this way. As Lisa said motherhood can be tough. Nothing can prepare us for the leaving. I think it’s even more difficult for you to deal with it, you whose encounter with Leaving was through deep and raw pain. But you are there, standing, breathing, loving, praising, sharing so much. Your boys have you in their hearts. Wherever they will go, wherever you’ll go, you’ll be together, cause your hearts are linked in the most beautiful way.
    Love flying to you from Paris. Tender thoughts crossing the ocean Kim. xoxoxox

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 7:26 am

      Thank you, darling, sweet, Marie. Love flowing from MN. xxx

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    June 10, 2015 at 2:15 am

    Your love know no bounds. Or miles. I saw the picture you posted on FB. What great men you’ve created! You’ll be (are) a proud Mama when (as) they shine. Be a blubbering mom, allow it, love yourself through it. LOVe YOu! Jodi xoxoxo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 7:25 am

      I am indeed a blubbering mom.
      My boys said, “Stop being weird, mom!”
      Love you. Miss you. xxx

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    June 10, 2015 at 4:47 am

    Two of our five children live out of state and it took a while for me to adjust. Now I consider those two states as additional places to visit.

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    Chris Carter
    June 10, 2015 at 5:35 am

    OH, but you describe that desperate pain so beautifully, it almost makes me yearn for it.

    The deeper you love… the more we suffer. Yes? The grander the joy… the greater the pain. Yes? You have been given these gifts- to live so intimately with both joy and pain- so rich with luscious color. Never easy. Always FULL.

    That is it, love. Those life moments- YOU so eloquently detailed, you actually gulp down with a ferocious appetite and oh, how we all learn to do the same, from you-

    “How quickly they come and disappear, how abruptly they arrive unnoticed, how we don’t take the time to savor them, hold them in our minds, roll the beauty around our tongues, love moment after moment with our entire souls.” <—- BREATHTAKING.

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    June 10, 2015 at 6:26 am

    I remember when I used to come home from college and it was the most fantastic feeling to be welcomed back into the nest for the holidays or the summer. These are the years when parents and children really learn how much they need each other, and each reunion gets sweeter. Oh, the joy of anticipation!! Look forward to this, Kim. (And these days with Skype, it’s almost impossible to go far away.) xxxxx

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 7:23 am

      O’, Jann,
      that sounds sweet. Thank you for those words. xxxx

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    June 10, 2015 at 10:40 am

    Kim, I imagine it’s the Italian-Mama in you that makes you want to hold on so very tight!! My mom and my sister are like that, in double doses. Me? I guess I take after my late daddy’s Irish side. Not that I don’t *want* to hold on, but more like I can accept letting go. Perhaps getting divorced hardened me a bit? Anyway, Domer’s far away, and Dallas and I miss him terribly — but he has to go where Life and Work lead him, and I won’t stand in his way. Part of being a mom (especially to boys, I think) is learning to let go. It’s hard, but when what you want most is the other person’s happiness (ahead of your own), you’ll manage. And don’t you dare hint to my Domer how often I’ve shed tears of loneliness!! Love you, darling xoxo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 11:33 am

      I know!! It’s hard. It’s lonely. It’s change.
      But I know this is how one grows, thrives, experiences life. I KNOW! But it hurts.
      Don’t worry, I will not tell Domer. Love You, Too.

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    Little Chickie
    June 10, 2015 at 12:16 pm

    Wow! How very powerful. And indeed He does break the chains. Isn’t it GRAND to be a believer?

    And oh my gosh! I totally dig that (I Can Only Imagine) was played @ Kay’s funeral. WOW!!! I say. What an uplifting song. She passed from grief to a pleasantry. And that is a vast understatement. But then again, how can we begin to describe the beauty of what she’s experiencing.

    Kim, please tell Jesus that I want to witness the reunion between you and Kay when we cross over.


    Little Chickie

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 2:02 pm

      We will all be together one day, darling.
      you can meet my angel, KAY!!
      How fun we will have!! xxxx

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    Elephant's Child
    June 10, 2015 at 12:40 pm

    Heart felt hugs and oceans of caring.
    I don’t do change or loss well. I know it is inevitable, I know it is necessary. I even know that I will probably grow.
    But it hurts like hell.
    Which is one of the best reminders of just how valuable what I lost really was. And some losses, like your sister, we really, really don’t need the reminders. We know with every fibre of our being.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 1:58 pm

      Dear, Sue,
      you so understand. I love love love that about you. xxxx

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    Totally Caroline
    June 10, 2015 at 1:16 pm

    Its not easy, its something I deal with on a regular basis on and off, something that I am still trying to come to grips with. You just learn to cope. It takes time. There is no secret except for maybe immersing yourself into new hobbies and things you love. Write, blog, read, look at art… these things help me. Good luck! Kisses from FL

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      My Inner Chick
      June 10, 2015 at 2:00 pm

      I agree.
      writing. walking. baking. art. reading. praying. drinking wine. watching episodes of Orange is the New Black.
      but then what?……… haaaa

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    Liz Mays
    June 10, 2015 at 4:09 pm

    As a general rule, I don’t like things to change. I’m very much a creature of habit. It makes me feel secure.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      June 11, 2015 at 7:27 am

      I agree, Liz May! x

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    London Girl
    June 11, 2015 at 2:56 am

    I don’t care what anyone says. Being left is never good; being left at the airport when
    your family flies home to another country, another life, always leaves me profoundly sad. I always watch until the last hand, foot, glimpse of profile gets swallowed up by the automatic doors silently shouting, “don’t go!”. I even hate it when people leave after a shared weekend; happy moments of togetherness gone until the next time – when will that be? I read somewhere, something that helps me and perhaps it will help you:
    “Don’t be sad that something has passed, be glad that it happened” xx

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      June 11, 2015 at 7:30 am

      London Girl,
      Profound & Enlightening.
      ..but it still hurts. I despise the feeling of loss. But “WINGS” make us fly.
      Now, that is good.

      xxx I think I know who you are, darling.

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    June 11, 2015 at 7:46 am

    Love you

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    June 11, 2015 at 8:13 am

    The leaving is so hard! Hugs.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 11, 2015 at 8:31 am

      it is, isn’t it?
      Nobody said life would be easy! xx

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    Janine Huldie
    June 11, 2015 at 8:48 am

    Any loss I have had, it was the leaving aspect that got me, too especially with my grandparents, as I truly wasn’t ready to not have either in my life. Hugs and thinking of you right now.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 11, 2015 at 12:21 pm

      I’m never ready for change.
      This has been a great down-fall in my life, Janine! xx

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    Minnesota Prairie Roots
    June 11, 2015 at 3:24 pm

    As a mother of three, ages 21 – 29, I’ve been through the leaving. It is just plain hard. But time does make it a bit easier, although there are days you miss them so much that your heart aches.

    Some help I am, huh?

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      My Inner Chick
      June 11, 2015 at 4:11 pm

      actually, it’s nice to know I’m not alone! xx

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    June 11, 2015 at 5:40 pm

    I’m not good with change, and the anticipation of change is almost worse. My oldest will be leaving next year, and I’m already sad.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 11, 2015 at 7:45 pm

      yes, the anticipation will kill you before the actual change. Great perspective! xx

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    June 11, 2015 at 9:46 pm

    I hate that everything must end. When I was younger and my parents were still alive, I dreaded the passage of time and knowing that I’d lose them one day. But I never expected it would be so soon. I was 38, and I lost them both that year. The leaving was too soon. So much pain and I still feel it. It dissipates most of the time, but when it returns, the pain is a fierce intensity. I hate the leaving.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 12, 2015 at 8:27 am

      one will never get used to the leaving, Monica. When the waves come, they are fierce and unbearable.
      ….but we go on living. xxx kissss

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    June 12, 2015 at 4:06 am

    your words always touch me so deeply… Sending you love and hugs

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    Marcia @ Menopausal Mother
    June 12, 2015 at 9:59 pm

    I understand your feelings. I had a really hard time leaving my oldest on the steps of his college dormitory his freshman year. I thought I would never stop crying. But I did. And so will you. Because your children will come back again. You ache for your sister—that I can truly understand. I wish I could tell you that the tears will stop but I’m just not there yet in my own grief over losing my sister. It’s the hardest “leaving” of all, and I just cannot accept it. Reaching across the internet to give you hugs and so much love, my friend.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 13, 2015 at 7:36 am

      Hugs to you, too, darling.
      I have a feeling we have a lot in common.
      My boys will come back!
      But my sister will not…
      One day perhaps you can tell me your story. xxx

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    Valentine Logar
    June 14, 2015 at 6:33 pm

    My darling friend,

    They leave, they come back. They eventually bring more with them. The expand the circle to love. Wait for it. I know it seems like a long ways a way, but it happens.

    So grieve for now, small griefs for their growing up. But look forward too.


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      My Inner Chick
      June 14, 2015 at 8:57 pm

      Beautiful, inspiring words, darling Val.

      Thank you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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    Balroop Singh
    June 14, 2015 at 8:59 pm

    Oh Kim! you touch the chords of my heart with this word – leaving…such a heart-breaking moment, we feel so helpless, so alone!
    But it is the reality of life!
    Hugs and love.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 15, 2015 at 6:20 am

      I know. Change is inevitable, but it hurts, darling xxx

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    June 15, 2015 at 5:52 am

    You’ve reminded me how lucky I am that my boys are still close to home and this summer all 3 are in town. I know it will someday change, but for now, my heart is full of gratitude. Thinking of you, my friend. xo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 15, 2015 at 6:21 am

      I always thought my boys would be in town, too. How quickly our lives can change. I despise change, but I know it helps us grow! xx

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    Dedy@Dentist Chef
    June 15, 2015 at 7:53 am

    AWESOME post,
    now i understand how my mother who was very busy and powerfull beureaucratic office executive yet always called me several times to aske me weather i’m on the way to the hospital, did i had my lunch or dinner, how my daily life and how i deal with my patients,
    now, i understand why my mom ‘blessing’ and ‘support’ my moving out proposal and yet tearing the hell out,
    SALUTE for YALL MOMMY in the whole world!!!!!

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    June 15, 2015 at 10:59 am

    Dear Kim, in retrospective it seems like there was lot of “leaving” happening in my life – studied in one country, family lived in another country. Travelling back and forth all the time. And all the time I was feeling torn – when I was in one place, I wanted to return to the other and vice versa. But leaving is necessary and it does become part of our lives and allows us to move on…
    You write so beautifully, my dear and, yes, I love the “clean” look of your site – I felt right at home!
    Hugs and many kisses from afar,

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      My Inner Chick
      June 15, 2015 at 2:35 pm

      I know.
      …but why didn’t somebody tell me life would be so hard, darling?!! xxx

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    Shay from Trashy Blog
    June 15, 2015 at 1:37 pm

    I’m AWFUL with change and leaving…I cried for 2 weeks before my older son went to Kindergarten. I would d it after everyone went to sleep, really softly in the kitchen, because I wanted to be strong. WHAT A JOKE! My husband caught me one time and I just blubbered while he slowly backstepped his way out of the kitchen–even though he totally knew I had already seen him. We had locked eyes and spoken! Haha. I always go along with change–even when it’s unnecessary but there’s a chance we might love it–and I usually end up loving it. But dammit, it’s hard.

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      My Inner Chick
      June 15, 2015 at 2:36 pm

      in hindsight, it’s good.
      when it’s happening, it SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSS. xxx

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    Kristi Campbell
    June 15, 2015 at 8:27 pm

    OMFG the fucking leaving. The leaving. The idea that my son will leave. The idea that my step daughter already left and isn’t doing well. The leaving. Not thirsty. Not hungry. But both, because of the leaving. So much love to you. xxoo

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      My Inner Chick
      June 16, 2015 at 3:59 pm

      sometimes I just sit and have a pity party all by myself!! xxx

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    June 15, 2015 at 11:42 pm

    Kim, I in no way want to minimize the pain you experience or are going to experience when the kids leave. I, however, cannot wait. It’s not that I don’t absolutely adore them. But I don’t think I can take cleaning my sons’ bathroom for many more years. I need a hazmat suit to get in there as it is. I’d like to say I’d miss my daughter, but she has burned up countless objects by leaving the flat iron on when she leaves for school. I’m just hoping I still have a house by the time they do leave. 🙂

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    June 17, 2015 at 5:03 am

    It’s hard to let them go…but you haven’t really, they aren’t gone, they’re just growing. But I understand. Change is hard.

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