I wrote this on the plane on my way to BlogHer ’11 on Thursday morning. I’m publishing it now because I love it and because I do not currently have the energy to post any recaps of my experience yet. I’m both physically and emotionally drained. Pacific time will do that to a girl, yo.
Little G rode to the airport with Tim and me this morning, my other two babies still asleep when we left. He was so happy with himself, smiling the whole way, feeling privileged to be the only rider on this early morning jaunt.
As I exited the car I brushed his sweet face lightly with my palm and gave him three kisses, one for him and one each to pass on to his brother ans sister. I’m guessing he kept them all for himself. He whined a little as I said, “bye bye baby, I love you,” and turned to go, grabbing a little piece of my Mommy heart to take with him.
The night before I spent extra time hugging them all and rocking in the cozy chair in K’s room with her lying in my lap. I breathed in the scent of her freshly washed hair and took out her paci so I could plant a kiss on her baby soft lips. I sat right there with her but somehow began to miss her already, in that same moment.
The B Man wanted to come with me but I told him “not this time, buddy” and that I would see him in a few days. I hugged his long body, now way too big to actually fit on any lap of mine. I kissed him once for each day I would be missing from his little boy life and promised to bring surprises upon my return.
It’s amazing to me the fierce tug on my heart when I leave them. It’s as if I’m leaving behind a part of my soul and I guess in a way, I am. They are most certainly each a huge part of me. Of who I am now and continue to become.
But for these few days I go off to share a piece of my soul with some people who have become a part of my life too. I go to recharge and refresh who I am so that I can be better for all of us.
See you soon my babies I love you.
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