Being a parent can be hard. Really hard. Those of us who have kids know that - we KNOW that, but sometimes this truth hits home harder than at others. Take today, for instance. Here I sit, in a hotel room 1000 miles away from home, while my son is at home back in Texas, with an immobilized, broken leg, facing surgery.
All without his mama.
Make no mistake, I don't think that he's really put out by the fact that I'm not there (as a matter of fact I'm pretty sure he hasn't given it a second thought), but *I feel pretty crummy about it. He's with his dad, so I know he's being cared for, but my maternal instincts are kicking into overdrive right now, and I'm feeling like a lout for not being there. I'm expecting the letter from the CPS any day now.
I do realize that these thoughts are irrational, but I defy any mothers among you to disagree with my frame of mind. We've all heard that definition of becoming a parent, "having a piece of your heart walk around outside your body".
My heart hurts today.
Glad I'll be home tomorrow.
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