Tomorrow morning, I’m leaving Gabe.
As in, I’m getting on an airplane and flying to Washington D.C. for a work trip for two nights and three days.
Logically, I know that he is nearly 14-and-a-half-entire-months old. He is over one and I will be fine not seeing his sweet little face each morning. That I should have no problems leaving my baby for less than 60 hours. That Mike will send me plenty of pictures and I will be so busy and have so much fun that my heart won’t ache like crazy. That seeing him again Monday night will be amazing.
And I am really, really excited about this trip. Financially, it’ll earn me some extra money. Personally, it’ll be a great opportunity to connect with others and learn more about issues that make me passionate. Professionally, it’s wonderful because I’ll get to know more students and teachers at other schools. I want to go. Washington DC is fun. My coworkers are fun. It’ll be good for my soul to do something separate from my role as a mother for a weekend. Also: SLEEP. HOTEL BED. SLEEP. SLEEEEEEP.
Then how come every time I think about the trip, a sense of dread seeps into my heart? I know he’ll be fine, I just…can’t imagine going more than eight or nine hours without seeing Gabe. I miss him a few hours after he goes to sleep. I’ve never slept more than 20 feet from him. I’m afraid of falling apart tomorrow morning. Crying at the airport or something equally embarrassing.
Deep breaths.
And lots of cuddles.
Welcome to town, enjoy your stay!
Aw, I’m sure it will be hard but like you said, you can do it! Once you get on the ground and are involved with work stuff I bet it’ll be easier. And if anything – take your computer with you and you can video chat with Mike and Gabe each night!
(Also, after all that, I’m totally going to be around this weekend so if you have time for a meetup, let me know!)
This post just breaks me heart. It’ll be hard but I also think it will be good for you. It will be a good experience for work and for yourself. And just imagine his face when he sees you Monday night!! <3
Trips away are hard, but the first one is the hardest. I found that keeping myself SUPER busy helped (although, I don’t recommend that you do what I did the first time, which is run so late to the airport that I had to run FULL SPEED through the terminal to catch my plane in time. Cut down on the weepies, but not so great for my anxiety!)
And you’ll have a blast once you’re there. And the homecomings? Well, those are pretty darn awesome.
Awww, that is so sweet. Seriously, every day I read your blog makes me want to be a mom even more. I know it’s hard, but you really know how sell motherhood!
hello there, i love the page and become a reader of you! What a handsome, cute and lovely baby… photos are already showing lots of, no need for comment!i have one too, 13months, i am a mom also and know it how to hard to leave them, calculating hours to see, hug and smell them… yep, it is true to say deep breaths! if you have time to visit and follow my blog, it woul be a pleasure to see you! kisses