I have just a moment to say goodbye while passing through.
I hold him as long as I can. I play with her as much as you can in just a few moments.
I hug them, kiss them. Tell them I will see them next week.
He climbs in my car before I can stop him...'I come wit you, mommy'
I kiss him, set him on the porch next to his wonderful Grandma.
She holds his hand. As I run to my car and jump in I hear him yelling, LET GO! LET ME GO! I NEED MY MOMMY!
I have to hurry and close the door and drive away as fast as I can. I can't think.
There is nothing I can do. It's not my turn with my kids.
It will be soon.
You should never have to take turns with your own kids.