To Be Missed…
I am loved.
I am adored.
I have arrived… for I was missed…
I was gone ALL last week.
All. It began Monday at 4 a.m when I left my home, bound for Atlanta… I was barely home over Wednesday night (10 hours) before I rearranged my luggage and headed back to the airport for a few days in San Jose… My Saturday return plopped me smack-dab into the kids’ play rehearsal for a few hours, topped with 2 cherries trips to the grocery store before I finally set foot in my home Saturday evening.
7 hours of sleep and I hit the ground running to prepare for my diaper drive that day… AND a VERY important mother-daughter tea party with my 8 year old daughter.
Because one event in a day is never enough.
As I prepared to leave to set-up for the diaper drive Sunday morning, Lucy fell to the floor in near-tears.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING NOW?!”
I explained she would be leaving in an hour to met up with mommy. I explained I was not going back to the airport.
“OH. *pause, pause, pause* YAY!!! YAY!!! YAY!!!”
That made my day. I think it made hers too… as crazy as it gets around here… as much as I feel I fail and am the worst mom ever… I have this precious little girl who just needs her Mama.
And just this evening, my mostly cool and unconcerned 8 year-old daughter turned to me and said, “I really missed you last week mom.”
I should go away more often.
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