Random Thoughts From a Mommy

Dear Mackenzie, The last time I saw you was exactly a week ago where I hugged you tight at the airport with tears streaming down my face. I reluctantly left security with one last glance at daddy holding you by the door waving goodbye and blowing the last few kisses my way. I didn't know how I was going to last the day, let alone for over a month. Here I am, the first week. I've loved skyping with you every evening after school. I love that you are so distracted every time we're on the computer because you so desperately want to play with the keyboard. Sometimes, you crank your neck to watch TV. But the moments when I do get your attention, it's been well worth while. I wanted to write you today to let you know, your dad is my hero. The past couple months have been really hard. Since we found out you were going to be a big sister in January, I've been completely drained of energy and hugging the toilet at least once a day. On beautiful days that we did t

Well, this week marked my journey of Yoga Teacher Training. It also marked the first time I'm away from Mackenzie and Bryan for a whole month. The time crept up pretty quickly. Or maybe I was in denial. I really didn't feel anything until the night before I left. I was putting Mackenzie down to bed for the last time for a month, and I held her and cried for 10 minutes. Mackenzie gave me a weird look, but indulged me with a few cuddles. Then the next morning, I was unusually quiet. And the tears started rolling about 10 minutes before we even left the door to go to the airport. I continued to cry at the airport, through security (while Mack and Bryan stood at the door to wave goodbye and blew me a million kisses), and while waiting for to board. I thought I was going to cry through the whole flight. That was, until I set beside 20-month old twin girls who screamed the entire flight. The mom looked so apologetic. I gently reassured her that I have a 14-month old myself.