I miss my kids.
They haven’t gone anywhere and neither have I. We are right here together, yet not really. We are just going, going, going. Between work and school and homework and swim class and appointments and bath nights and dance class and BBQs…
I leaned in the car yesterday to buckle Katie in her car seat after swim class. Her hair hung in perfect wet ringlets around her face. Her smile showed both her teeth and her pride after swimming boldly and bravely. I miss you I thought.
When a thought like that enters your mind, you listen. You clear your To-Do list for Tuesday night. You cancel your plans to be productive. You watch the clock at work all day. You drive straight to the daycare and you bend down for a hug and you kiss their cheeks and you breathe and you say, “Let’s go home and play.”