Since day one of maternity leave, I’ve been dreading this day. It’s the day when I have to get up, get on a plane and fly far, far, far away from my 12 week old son and 3-year-old daughter. Why? There’s a sales conference that I have to attend.
Will I get through it? Sure. But, there’s this weird thing called “mommy love” that bonds moms with their kids. It’s that same crazy love that makes it difficult to leave your littles too far behind. Don’t worry though, Kelsey assured me that she would “be mom” while I’m gone.
Truth is, I haven’t even left yet and I already miss these faces like crazy. I know I’ll be back before they know it. And every night will (hopefully) include some Face Time. But, it’s still hard. If you haven’t been through something like this before, the feeling is kind of hard to explain.
You won’t be able to hug them, talk to them, love on them or interact with them for a week. And one of them is still an itty bitty baby that needs his mom more than anyone. It’s not a fun feeling, but it’s what I have to do. I do know this … dad and their grandparents can be way cooler than mom, so my guess is that they’ll be having the time of their lives.