My kids are with their Dad all Summer.
A 7 hour drive keeps us apart while I work to start a new life.
I show up for 3 days to visit the 2 people that give me my reason to continue living.
Instantly:
Sippy cups
Boogers
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
Breaking up fights
Little clothes
wiping bottoms
Messes, messes, messes
Day 1- I felt guilty because I wasn't use to the constant demands and bickering over things like the color of cup someone wants. I guess I expected just hugs, kisses, giggling, and sweetness all day.
Day 2- Woke up appreciating every moment, even the annoying ones. Stayed away from distractions, like my phone and computer. We played and played. No worries, just loved all of it.
Day 3- Still to come. I find myself dreading tomorrow, because I will have to leave. And no matter what I have done the past 3 days it won't feel like enough.
I know having been here will make my life there feel even more lonely. But, I don't have a choice, so once again, I will make the best of it. (I'm so sick of doing that)
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