I’m finally home. It took my mom and I planes, trains and automobiles to get home from Europe. Seriously, two days of travel, including a 9 hour plane ride that made Thursday feel like groundhog’s day.
Anyhoo, I’m home. Home with my kiddos—2 legs and 4 legs.
Hope has melted the ears off of my jet-lagged head. Nonstop. I’m almost dizzy with fatigue and this kid is telling me about the minutia of the last week…while coughing like she’s about to hack up a lung because she has developed a cold while I was away.
And then there’s Yappy. His separation anxiety is so bad that he won’t let me out of his sight. He lost weight because he wasn’t eating consistently—doggy depression. To hear Hope tell it, there was whining, under-the-bed-hiding, and in-house pooping (TMI).
In short, without mom, this place fell to hell in a hand-basket.
Is it wrong that I kinda feel good about that? I mean, it’s nice to be missed. It’s nice to know you’re needed.
It’s nice to be loved.
I told the dog and the kid I loved them. I took Hope to the dentist and therapy then forced some Robitussin cough syrup with a McDonald’s chaser on her. I picked up a few groceries, then took Yappy to the park and plied him with lots of treats. There’s a load of my travel laundry in the wash. Momming doesn’t give a crap about fatigue.
I asked Hope if she missed me. She hemmed and hawed; then said, “Yeah, I guess I missed you, but I knew you were coming back.”
She knew I was coming back.
Well, that was the best welcome home gift ever. It means Hope trusts me. She trusts that I’ll be there, that I’ll move heaven and earth to get home to her. She believes in me and my love for her.
My daughter trusts me. Hope trusts me. That totally blows my mind.
All I could do was nod when she said she knew I was coming back to her. We were in the car, so there was no eye contact. I wiped my eyes and played it off as fatigue. I smiled on the inside. I didn’t smile on the outside since I didn’t want to turn the moment into anything mushier than it already was. I didn’t want to kill the vibe and make her play like she didn’t really mean it.
I really melted in that moment though.
Would be nice if I could convince Yappy that I was coming back, alas, life isn’t that simple.
After an amazing trip with my own mom, I’m so very happy to be home with my little family.
September 6th, 2017 at 1:39 pm
This was heart-warming. Also, a McDonald’s chaser is my favorite!
September 9th, 2017 at 12:42 am
I love this. Another parent would take this conversation for granted. It’s the little things…because the little things are actually big things!