My Grandmother saw he two sons and one daughter in the forces in WW2..One son in France at 18 years.When they returned and live moved on and one by one they married she so appreciated them having their own "nests" and visited and stayed often.Not as a guest only but as a helper in childbirth illness and this was what I was born into.When we Grandchilden were small this was the norm...then as one by one we married she bustled about checking on us all.
When I do feel I miss my mothering time I think what Grandmother had to contend with...war food shortages and the stress or worry.The fact her early married days were post 1918 war then the 1926 depression only to live through her family being involved in another conflict.She was happiest home making having family visit sharing what she had.
I do however admit to missing my children... and understand the wrench of change.
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