Last weekend we got coffee and went down to the river for a
walk and some puddle stomping even though it was raining on and off all day. I didn’t want to say here while he was gone, but
G just got back from traveling for work for 5 weeks and we are so glad to have
him home. Being the sole parent for 5 weeks was hard. I didn’t expect it to
be easy, but man I am exhausted. I have a whole new respect for single parents
and for military families who had long deployments with little kids, which we
haven’t had to deal with yet.
K did pretty well with it, but it definitely didn’t breeze
by her. He left at 4:30 am so we were
still sleeping, but she knew something was up and that morning when he wasn’t
around she brought me his shirt from the folded laundry and waved it at me
asking “dada? dada?” A few days later,
when we got home for work/daycare she dug though her books and brought me one,
sat down in my lap to read but push my hands away as soon as I opened to the
first page to start and skipped to the last page with a family of birds. When we read this book, she usually points to
each bird and I say “mama bird, daddy bird, baby birds” as she points. She pointed emphatically to the daddy bird,
then stood up off my lap, turned to me, stomped her foot and held her hands up
open on either side of her to demand “where is my daddy?”
I did talk to her a lot about how he was on a trip, like being at work, just for
longer than usual. We also did skype and
talked on the phone, but for an 18 month old to a large degree there is “there”
and “not there” so those things were minimal to her. She’s very happy to have
everyone home again now (as are we).
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