Today was a hard day. I didn’t feel great and had another big trip ahead of me, my third time traveling in less than three weeks.
I felt the toll on my body and mind as well as my children. My son Max cried and cried, filling my heart with grief, anguish and guilt. For some reason instead of getting easier it always is harder. It doesn’t make sense.
My younger daughter Sophia was happy as a clam for she knows that Grandma will be here soon to spoil them while I’m away.
But it has been a hard month for our family with so many comings and goings. My husband left the day after I came home from New York and landed a few hours ago back in town. We haven’t been a family unit in weeks. It is something my children aren’t used to and it is hard.
But I remember that I am with my children a lot more than most moms for I don’t work. I stay at home and tend to them 24/7. So a week away here and there is healthy, I keep reminding myself, and no need for guilt. I hope that by seeing the world my children instill the same passion and desire to explore someday themselves. For opening your mid and heart to others builds tolerance, understanding and peace.
Stay tuned… I will be hiking in the mountains for the next week and won’t have access to a computer! Comment replies will come as soon as I return.
I’ll miss you guys!
Sophia and I made a homemade chalk greeting for Grandma and Dad.
But alas… I found my favorite drinking hole at the airport to calm my nerves.