I miss my son. I miss him so much my heart hurts.
I wonder if it is different when the child leaves instead of the mother leaving. I wonder if there are times when he needs me and I am not there. I wonder if this is a natural process that all mothers go through when their children become adults and lead independent lives. I wonder if I would feel less guilt if he were the one that came back home to visit instead of me traveling the roads back to Oregon. I wonder how a divorced mother and father will affect his life. I wonder what the world will hold for him and what it will offer in the way of sadness and happiness. I wonder if some day he will find a woman to share his life with and if someday he too will have a son that he will miss.
All I know is that today, I miss my son.