How I Feel
Most days I'm happy. I go about my day doing the things I need to do. Other days, I feel sad that I miss my girls. I miss my little kids. My boys are still here but at the same time it's different than when my girls were here. The boys do their own things. Often they're gone to their own activities. They're quieter and don't come talk to me as much as the girls did. I feel sad that they're not here. Almost like a loss. But grief feels too heavy of a word to use for this situation, one where I am also feeling pride and joy, and hope. I was thrilled that my daughters were acclimating so well and a little guilty that I was so sad they were gone. I just felt off. I came across a word that resonated with me. "Momancholy." And I can't stop thinking that's exactly how I feel. Momancholy, like its derivative word melancholy, is a depression of spirits, feeling pensive for what was, an abnormal state of sadness for things past. My life has been a wh...