The Migratory Birds

Many of us moms feel that the smaller your child, the bigger the problem. But actually it is not so. The problems are there at every stage but differently poised. You are most often at the receiving end and the Shakuntala Devi to solve them all ,the best way you can. My son is 33 now .Born to me when I was 21 years old. He has been an excellent student and all rounder. Is a senior product manager with a US firm. We came to settle in Bangalore because of the children. People used to ask me how in this age two generations can live together so amicably ? In fact a lady doing a research on modern day joint families had a questionnaire for me too. First week of last month we got a jolt when he told us that he has been given an intra company transfer and promotion with a great package to California. Decision was theirs and they decided to go for the exposure etc, etc . I also told them to move on. But inside I could not accept it at all. I feel so down and out and cannot imagine a house without the lovely holidays, weekends, movies, discovering new eateries and above all the noise and the din. My husband brainwashes me every day. But not very effective. Now it is counting hours and the day after , my two most beautiful birds will migrate . I will wait for the next season impatiently when the same birds will fly back here for that short spell of migration. Friends console by saying , these days there is skype, they are just a call away and give me all the moral support. Yet a MOM will still remain a MOM. The touch and feel and din of your children can never be replaced. Instead of leaving you on a sordid note, I must tell you of the phrase my husband coined today ! He said " When he was born, he cried. Now when he flies to make a nest of his own, you cry " !