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I Came to Visit Because I Missed You, But My Own Grown Children Feel Like Strangers – A Mother’s Story of Disappointment and Longing for Closer Family Ties

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I arrived to visit, missing you, but children feel like strangers now

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Parents are meant to always care for their children. Yet sometimes, we find ourselves nursing a secret disappointment in the adults they’ve become. This is the story of what its like to witness ones daughters growing upand growing apart.

I raised three children. Theyre all adults now, each leading lives that barely intersect with mine these days. My eldest, Thomas, has a job overseas with his wife and children. Every summer, he sends postcards and holiday snaps, carefully collected and stored away, which I sometimes revisit with a bittersweet fondness.

We do miss you terribly, son. Perhaps you might visit? Wed so love to finally meet our grandchildren and your wife, I wrote to him, hoping he could cross back over the Channel, even if just for a long weekend.

My middle daughter, Victoria, is married to an Army man. They move about constantly, barely staying in a house long enough to decorate. They have a daughter themselves. Sometimes they pop in for a quick cuppa and a chatthough these moments are fleeting. My husband, David, is full of praise for Victoria’s husband; he often says Vic’s been fortunate to find a decent man.

The youngest, Alice, hasnt made a family of her own. She was married once, had a son, but her husband up and left. Id urged Alice to move to London in search of better prospects, and she listened. She found a job as a seamstress in a clothing factory, bringing her boy along.

Recently, I decided it was high time I visited Alice.

Will you manage on your own for a week, David? I asked before packing my bag. I need to see Alice and find out how theyre getting on.

David walked me to the station. My bags were heavy, but I didn’t want to arrive empty-handed. The train journey from Manchester was long, and I only managed to get a seat in second class. Still, I found myself smiling with anticipationit had been three whole years since Id seen Alice in person.

When I arrived, I phoned from the station. Mum, why didnt you say you were coming? Im at work and cant pick you up until this evening, Alice answered, sounding harried.

I wanted to surprise you! I said, brimming with motherly affection. Are you sure its alright if I wait here?

Itll be fine, she replied. So I waited for as long as I could bear, then decided to make my own way to her flat.

At the door, it was my grandson who greeted me. Tall and striking, so like his grandfather in his youth.

Hello, my boy! I went in for a hughe tolerated it, barely.

Why didnt you let us know earlier you were coming? he muttered, clearly tired.

I had to get the place cleaned and the table set. Left work early to make soup and fry some chops for you, Alice chimed in as she busied about in the kitchen.

David rang me, concerned, and I reassured him that someone had helped me with the journey and that Alice was serving up dinner as we spoke.

At dinner, passing bowls of homemade soup, Alice asked, Would you like one chop or two, Mum? I was too exhausted and hungry to answer honestlyI could have eaten three! But out of politeness, I just said, Put them on the table and Ill see what I fancy.

Soon enough, a plate with five chops materialised. That was the extent of the special welcome for her own mother, I thought, sighing quietly to myself. Perhaps they were tight on money, I convinced myself, resolving to help however I could. But then, in the middle of our meal, Alice asked outright when I planned to leave. Offended, I told her I could be gone as soon as tomorrow if I was such a burden.

The next day, while Alice was out at work, I was left alone at home. In the evenings, everyone retreated to their own rooms. My grandson would stroll over to the neighbours, and Alice went out to see friends. I found myself sitting alone with only my thoughts for company.

Restless and hurt, I began packing. Thats when I overheard my grandson ask, Mum, when is Uncle Thomas coming? Were meant to go to the football together.

When Grandma leaves, Alice replied.

My heart ached. I gathered the last of my things and slipped quietly to the doordidnt bother with goodbyes.

Back in Manchester, David was elated to see me home; hed missed me terribly. Its painful to admit, after all the years of love and concern we poured into our children, that sometimes, now, they have no need for us at all.

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