Late last night Kedar got on an airplane again, he's had to do that more and more lately. But this time, it wasn't for work. He is traveling with his mom, traveling to a home that he has never known, to a family that he has never met, to a heritage that is a mystery to him. Later today, he will step off of the plane in the country where his mom was born, where she experienced an entire life before coming to America and beginning again. He will be with us again in 10 days.
I am excited for him. I know that is his trip will be full of new experiences and I want him to have those experiences. I am so glad that he can be there with his mom, and learn about where she comes from, ultimately, where a part of him comes from. Our own children share in the heritage that is there.
But I am a big baby, and I miss him already.
I woke up this morning and pulled the covers up over my head, I didn't want to leave the warm, comfort of my bed. I could hear the kids starting to stir. I didn't move. A few minutes later I heard the TV turn on, a big "no-no" before their jobs are done, but still I stayed where I was. A few more minutes passed and I reluctantly pulled the thick blankets back to face the first day without Kedar.
I know I'm being dramatic. Sometimes, I am very good at being dramatic. In truth, I know how important it is for Kedar to make this trip with his mom. So, while he's gone, we'll just do our best and the kids and I will have to go and have a few adventures of our own!
5 comments:
You are allowed to be dramatic ;) Personally, I like that coping mechanism ;)
We can't wait to see you guys, just a few days and we can be dramatic together ;)
My friend says that whenever anything bad happens to her she allows herself a 5 minute pity-party and then forces herself to move forward. Me? I would've stayed under those covers for 10 days and told the kids to eat a lot of cereal!!
What a neat trip! Kind of a bummer to run the house on your own for a while but it's gonna be worth it!
Since I read this I've been dreaming about what I'd do with the time. Oooo time to myself after the kids go to bed... I think I would write, yes that's it I would write about my own heritage, things my kids don't know about relatives that passed on before they got a chance to meet them or stories about my own life that I've never told them before. Yep, that's what I'd do with snacks of course you gotta add food to make it fun!
How exciting for him- and I feel for you! I hate it when Erik is gone, but after awhile, I find that I get into a routine and it isn't all that bad. The best part for me is that I can cook breakfast for dinner, or soup and sandwiches. Stuff hubby doesn't consider a real dinner. :) Good luck!
Greetings from El Salvador, we are all sitting around taking a grande tour of the blog. It was fun to visit the memories of the last few months. I love you!
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