I Miss Her

The house is so quiet this afternoon. 

This is the time of day when I miss Kelsey the most.

Just so we’re clear, I’m not depressed.  I’m not sad.  I’m not about to drown my empty-nesting sorrows in a bottle of booze or eat a half a box of Fudge Shoppe 100 Calorie Right Bites.  Oh wait…it might be a little late for that last one.


The thing is, I just miss my kid. 

I am one of those lucky moms who actually likes her kid and enjoys spending time with her and it’s been challenging for me not having Kelsey around.  I miss not being with her afterschool and I miss seeing her at the bar in the kitchen doing her homework and watching Ellen and Gilmore Girls.


I miss seeing her every morning getting ready for school.  Even though she’s not exactly a morning person, I loved hearing her groan when I would walk by her bathroom and say, “Good morning sweetie.”


When Kelsey wasn’t in the kitchen with me, you could often find her propped up in bed checking her Facebook.  And I so miss her sweet face buried in her pillow underneath the tumble of her black wavy hair.


I miss sitting at the foot of my bed with her while we paint our nails and watch Real Housewives.  It’s just not the same with Tripp sitting in the queenie chair reading the paper watching Joe Guidice get drunk and break his front tooth while trying to do a cartwheel.


But there is one place where I miss her more than anywhere.  A place where her absence has completely changed my life and my day-to-day activities.  Quite honestly, every time I see it, I want to cry.


***sniff sniff***


I miss you Kelsey-girl.


Love, Mom


About Minding My Nest

wife, mom, not-so-empty nester.
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