Gone, But Not Forgotten
March 30, 2011 by
My baby left me. Just walked right out of the house in the middle of the night for the desert and dry air of Arizona. Okay, so it wasn’t quite THAT dramatic….but it sure seemed that way when we were skyping from RI to AZ and she was was more interested in jumping on the couch than talking to her mama! My husband looked at me as tears started to stream down my cheek. I quickly wiped them away, so Paige wouldn’t see.
When My husband suggested he escape the frigid New England air for two weeks to see family in Arizona, I thought it would be a great opportunity for me to get some work done on this website, maybe even catch up on some sleep. What I hadn’t anticipated was the emotional toll of being away from her and my husband. Now, I like my alone time. In fact, for much of our marriage my husband and I have worked different shifts–at times–even in different states. Heck, even in different countries! How do you think we’ve managed to stay married so long, moving state to state, job to job? (I kid.) But throw the little one in the mix, and that’s a one- two punch this mama just can’t handle. Seriously, I was a wreck 75% of the time they were gone.
They get back tomorrow and I know my heart will skip a beat when I see them at the airport. Just like it did when I met my husband at that BBQ in college and when I saw the yes sign on that pregnancy test. (oh, yeah…I got those tests, I wasn’t foolin’ around with the plus/ minus nonsense).
What’s the longest you’ve been away from your kids? Was it easier or tougher than expected? Join the conversation…we’d love to hear your thoughts!