Well, my children made it back home. We had a wonderful and exhausting time. My two year old was like all two year olds…exercising his right to say, “NO!” The boys had a wonderful time with Richard (my hubby) at the Museum of Flight. The three of them went there without us girls and the boys were full of laughter and stories when they returned. It was so nice to see that they have realized that this man who genuinely loves their mother is not a horrid nasty person to be feared. He is not the villain they have been led to believe he is. He is actually a pretty nice man who knows a lot about airplanes and such and is fun to be with. My younger girls also seemed to like their mommy’s new husband. My 5 year old was holding his hand and sitting in his lap as if she had known him forever…and loved him to boot!
The kids flew unaccompanied back home and my 15 year old daughter handled the situation flawlessly. Of course, I am sure a little pep talk from mom to her sometimes mischievous brothers didn’t hurt either! I held it all together at the gate in the airport and smiled at them as they went down the jet way. I told my crying 5 year old that soon she would be seeing daddy and wouldn’t that be wonderful. I waved and smiled until they were out of sight…then I cried all the way out to the car. It feels like all my children are suddenly dead to me when I leave them at their home after our visits. I usually drive up the lane screaming out in the most unbelievable pain a human can feel. I would literally rather go through labor 10 times in a row than have to drive away from them every month like that. My dear husband…poor guy…what does he do when his wife is hysterical and sobbing? He just holds me close and strokes my hair and tells me it’s okay. My ex used to ignore me when I was crying. What a difference to actually be loved. I never knew this kind of love existed.
More from Laura:
- The Amazing Bosch Universal Mixer
- Three Lilacs and a Statue
- Sing, sing a song….
- When am I supposed to sleep…?
- He Preferred Crest
- Santa vs. Satan