My dad came into town Monday night, on his way home from a business trip. We had a great visit, he told us wonderful tales about Fiji and all the people he worked with while he was there. Like he does every time he visits, he asked if he could take Andres with him. Except this time, he was going to be coming back relatively soon. Friday he and my mom have to be up here again to bring my sister home. She's been up here for an orientation program before coming here for college. The thought of my son being two and a half hours away from me makes me all emotional, so before, I had always said no. But this time I really considered it. What was I afraid of? My parents hardly get to see him because we're so busy, and he would be having a wonderful time with them while I got some peace and quiet to study and catch up on things I need to get done.

So, with great apprehension and sadness, I packed his bags.

I tried really hard not to let my feelings project to Andres. I wanted him to be excited about going with his Poppy and Omie. When I was little, I never spent the night anywhere because I was always the one kid who chickened out at bedtime and called my mom. I was so afraid of being away from them, spending the night away from my parents made me miserable. I don't want Andres to have the same issues, I want him to feel comfortable and secure away from home.

It just breaks me up inside to think of him so far away. To not know if he is happy or sad or scared. I know it's silly, but I don't know what to do with myself when he's gone. I couldn't even sleep last night. I even tried staying up late to make myself more tired, but I tossed and turned all night.

I can't wait til my baby comes home. I miss him so much.

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ainamama
Jul. 7, 2009 at 2:30 AM

here on the big island,i drive 2.5 hrs to go to the kids dentist.it isn't so far,so if he is having a hard time,you can go get him right?i hope he has a great time,and you are actually able to enjoy your space!hugs~

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Lennox
Jul. 7, 2009 at 9:00 AM

My son used to spend a month in the summer with parents, who were 3 hours away.  And there were times when they called and I came to get him, because he was homesick.  I have to admit that when they called they would say, "Oh, he'll get over it, I'm sure.  You don't have to come and get him..." but I was usually out the door before they could get off the phone.

It gets easier to let them spend the night, and as it gets easier you'll find that its nice to have some "adult time" while he's having fun at your parents' house.

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MamaM...
Jul. 7, 2009 at 9:43 AM

((Hugs))

I bet he is having a fabulous time with his Poppy and Omie. He will come home full of stories to share! :)

Lots of love!!

ps. I was the scared kiddo as a child too. So I totally know how you feel not wanting Andres to have the same fears. I wouldn't stay the night anywhere until I was in the 6th grade, and I so dont want that for my boys either! :)

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Momma...
Jul. 7, 2009 at 5:32 PM

My mother is starting to ask me if my son could spend the night with her. This is the first time in forever that she has ever asked. I am just so used to him being just across the hall that I know this would be hard on me. My moms house is the only house he will sleep in. Other wise he refuses to sleep any where else.

So I know how you feel lol. Even though I could get a butt load of homework and cleaning done I get all weepy when he is away from me.

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Guara...
Jul. 8, 2009 at 2:00 AM

I am feeling a little better today. My dad has been calling to let me talk to Andres, and they are having lots of fun swimming and building cardboard box forts and going to the park and "putting out fires" (watering Omie's garden with the hose). I miss him terribly, but I'm glad he is having such a good time. I can't wait to see him on Friday!

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