I’ve been away from my kids a couple of times. I mean for longer than a sleep over at Granny’s. This last time I was in Bali for a week with my girlfriends. Mr D stayed home with our two kids, Oaks who’s nearly 8 & The D-Man who’s just turned 4.
I will be honest, I did not miss my kids while I was away. I was ready for a rest, a break, some head space time. The D-Man is still waking up a couple of times a night, so my sleep was lacking. The fighting, the cooking, the not eating the cooking, the social calendar, the hockey, netball, dancing, tennis, swimming. Our families, our business, my blog. I was spreading myself thin.
The quality time with the kids just wasn’t there. Neither was the quality time with Mr D.
I didn’t call my kids while I was away, although I did check in at home to make sure everyone was ok. And of course they were. The great thing about this, is I got to miss the kids. And I’m pretty sure they missed me.
I arrived home from Bali just in time to pick them up from school. Nothing is sweeter than the smile on The D-Man’s face spotting me as he comes out of class. The hug, the “you’re back” smushed into my ear with a kiss, pure heaven.
Oaks barely able to look me in the eye, we’re both teary as we meet up in the quadrangle. We all hold hands all the way home from school.
I make afternoon tea, we chat. I cuddle up on the couch & watch TV with them, watch them eating & talking & laughing, catching up on all the funny things Daddy did while I was away, cuddles & hugs.
I didn’t check my emails on my phone, I didn’t bother with the weeks worth of washing on the laundry floor, the unmade beds, the dinner. I just was. With them. And it was bliss.
Why don’t I make this time more often? Why does it take me missing my kids to make me sit down & spend time with them? Put the everyday routine aside for a while & have some fun?
I’m not sure, but what I do know, is that us being apart for a little while is good for all of us. (Even Mr D, because jeepers does he learn some pretty solid home truths when I’m away!!).
Do you ever get time away from your family? Do you enjoy it or do you miss the control like crazy? What do you miss the most when you’re away?