You know that old saying that you don’t miss something until it’s gone? Well, my oldest is currently hanging out with his Mother Bear (what the kids call Tim’s Mom) this week and guess what? I miss him.
It’s been less than 24 hours since I gave him a hug goodbye. Then he eagerly jumped in the car with his Dad to be dropped off at her house, his backpack full of his favorite things and his heart full of anticipation, I’m sure.
This is the first time we’ve let him go like this.
Letting go is hard sometimes.
But I know it’s good.
For all of us.
On the trip back from Texas the two little kids had more space in the car and then here back at home, they played together gleefully.
Little G had his OWN ideas (he usually follows brother’s ideas on things to do, etc.) about which DVD to put on during the trip and he even worked the player himself!
And, he had us blow up the sleeping bag bed so he could sleep there, like he was having a sleep-over too. So cute.
And besides The B Man will be back at the end of the week, so it’s not like it’s THAT long. And he’s in SUCH good hands. His Mother Bear loves him to bits.
p.s. Is it Friday yet?
p.p.s I miss Texas again.