A moment of powerful need
Karen;)
Weekends are often a mixed bag around here. There are moments of great trial - like most of Saturday when I felt like it was us against Brandon - constantly. Saturday was Time Out Hell, a.k.a., not fun. There are moments of great fun - like much of Sunday when we were in tune with each other in a way that feels so rare these days. Sunday was genuinely and truly fun. There was laughter and smiles and pure enjoyment and lots of play with no time outs.
Then comes Monday, which is a challenge every week, because my dear little boy wants to stay with Mommy and Daddy. Walking away from the car to go climb on the bus can be heartbreaking for the first couple days of the week as I know Matt is dealing with tears and upset that I leave behind. This morning was no different.
Monday mornings make Monday evenings so much sweeter. I was sitting on the bus just a little while time ago reading through my RSS feeds when the image of a man holding a baby popped onto my iPhone’s screen. I don’t know if it was the image or the baby or just a need to have a connection with Brandon at that moment, but I was overwhelmed with the compulsion to hold him. To take him in my arms and hug him close to me.
Right then. I still feel it.
Now I sit here writing about this unfulfilled longing, hoping that he’s in a “Sunday” mood when he comes home so I can give him the hug that I need.
Reader Comments (3)
Hug him no matter the mood, it'll do you both good :) Now excuse me while I go hug my two monkeys.
Here's hoping for a Sunday mood everyday. J is not a fan of unexpected separations. Routines, no problem, but if I have to run out and leave him behind, I kiss him and ask him to save it for me for when I get back. He likes this idea :)
@Alison - I was pretty determined to maul the poor boy no matter what, but if he's in a bad mood, he often won't let me. Lucky for me he was in a Sunday mood. :)
@Amanda - I look forward to the day Brandon is more accepting of routines again. We're in a long separation anxiety phase right now. It wears on us. But we'll live.