They could feel it, they always can. The night before mama leaves, if they aren’t going with, is always the longest. Cries pierce through an onyx sky, and I find my way to their room with the dim light of the moon peaking through the windows as my guide. “Mama’s bed,” is the usual request, and just as usual… They end up in mama’s bed.
Last night as I was putting Brayden down for bed, he went through this series of okay with it, and then not. I should preface this paragraph by saying he’s been sleeping like a champ, asking to go to bed and saying “I ready,” when it’s time to lay down by himself. So back to last night, finally, I laid him back down into his own bed with a firm affirmation of bed time, and his response startled me into the realization that he’s growing up. “Mommy, I done crying now.”
That’s all it took and the waterworks switched from his round blue oceans to the green of my eyes. I’ll miss my babies this week. I wish I could say that this trip is a quick one or that my loves were joining me, but unfortunately this is one of the rare occasions where neither is the case. So I will look at the good, at the blank canvas Chicago is laying out before me.
I’ve been piecing this post together as I’ve made my way through the airport, but the plane doors are closing. Time to switch off.
Posting from Chi-town soon!
Tracy says
Aw that has to be tough, for you and them. To bad you weren’t in Chicago last week, it was warm like in the 50s (I think we hit 60 one day). Have fun in Chicago.
Adrienne says
sigh. so hard to leave the little ones…but I always felt I came back so ‘ready’ for them, if that makes sense!? It’s pretty cool that Brayden’s able to express himself so well ~ with my two the big sister was a huge part of the little brother’s language development. For whatever reason, it’s really special!
Life with Kaishon says
This made me cry : ( I hope you are home with everyone again snuggling away!