Grandma is Going Back Home

Tonight is a sad night because it’s my mom’s last night here. She goes back to Wisconsin tomorrow. I don’t know about any of you, but I am closer to my mom than I have ever been. She’s one of my best friends.

This wasn’t always the case. In my life before Gus, I would go for weeks at a time without talking to her. It wasn’t like I didn’t love her or was mad at her. We just led very different lives. Not to mention that we kept very different hours. She rises at the crack of dawn which many times coincided with my bedtime.  At the end of the day, she was going to bed when I was finally free to talk. It didn’t help that we have lived over 1,000 miles apart for over ten years. And then I had Gus and I couldn’t talk to her enough.

Everything in my life changed after he was born including my relationship with my mom. During the early months, I talked to her multiple times a day. I don’t know how I would have survived that time if it hadn’t been for her.  Even now, it feels weird if I don’t talk to her at least once a day.

The only time I ever consider moving back to the Midwest is when she is visiting. It is just so nice to have her near. I love watching how she loves Gus and how he loves her right back. As I watch them playing together I catch myself thinking maybe we could live in the Midwest. Maybe I could live in Minneapolis again. Or Chicago. But then I remember why I left in the first place.

The funniest part is how often we parrot each other in our interactions with Gus. She plays with Gus in the same way I play with Gus. She talks to him just like I talk to him. She uses the same voice I do. There have been numerous times over the last week when we both said the same thing to him at the same time. I realize that everything I know about connecting with my son comes from how she connected with me when I was a little girl.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom and Gus. It captures the early days so perfectly. Take note of Gus’s look. He came out of the womb this way.

We will miss you, Grandma!

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7 Responses to Grandma is Going Back Home

  1. I…. would throw myself out the window if I had to go back to Duluth or Chicago, the last 2 places I lived in the Midwest. Unfortunately we only live in a two-story house. So I just try to live in places where my mom might want to visit us! We don’t see her very often and, although we don’t have that close a relationship, it makes me sad that the kids really do not know their grandmother. (She hasn’t even met my youngest 2 kids; she says she’s coming to France this summer but has not actually bought a ticket, so I am thinking it won’t happen.) Interestingly, none of us ever met *her* mother, not even once.

    Gus is a lucky little guy!!! And that serious face is adorable.

    • Mommy Psychologist says:

      LOL! I didn’t know you lived in the Midwest! I pretty much feel the same way.

      I do feel really lucky that Gus has the relationship he does with his grandma.

  2. Diane says:


  3. How wonderful for you and Gus. :)

  4. Samantha Tripp says:

    Soooooo nice to hear Heather! I remember the days way back when, and am so glad you and your mom have grown so close! I too, couldn’t imagine a day without my mom. It’s amazing how when we take the time to actually listen to our parents…..How wise they really are! Luv ya babe!

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