tanith, I hope you're feeling better today. x
I've hesitated to post on this thread because what I feel about my daughters who live too far away for me to drop by is not pain and never has been. The emotions I feel are certainly strong, and love is foremost, but I would only describe the emotions as positive. Even missing them and wanting to see them feel more positive than anything because of what I think of when I'm wanting to see them: what wonderful people they are, how I admire them, how we pick up where we left off when we do get together, even how they don't actually need me any more. That's positive because it proves my parenting achieved what it set out to achieve. I made mistakes and have regrets like everyone else but the end result is only good so I can leave those behind and be happy that my daughters are free, independent spirits living good, admirable lives. That's all I ever wanted for them and – I think I am being honest when I say this – all I ever wanted for myself as their mother. I look on every visit to or from them, every call or email (not frequent but that's fine), as a lovely present.
There is still DD3, but as she prepares to start high school next month she is already moving away step by step, and I am feeling happiness not sadness about that. It is as it should be. I'd be worried if she wasn't asserting her independence in small ways and, in so doing, figuratively pushing me away.
None of this absence/removal/separateness of both body and mind) makes me feels less loved by my kids. So I am never sad when I think of their separateness from me.
I am lucky, I know. I hope nobody minds me sharing my happiness.