I just got home from a long weekend visit with a dear friend... it was my first time away from Jude and, I'll be honest, I was a little nervous about it. He's always been a bit of a Mama's boy... we spend so much time together, it seems only right. I was so looking forward to a little girl time, non-mommy time, etc. But the apprehension persisted. I knew my husband could handle it; it was how Jude would feel that worried me.
However, my fears were seemingly unfounded. He did great. Excellent. He didn't really have a sad where's-Mommy-moment. He did ask to call me several times, though. And it's a good thing he never broke down, because there were moments, listening to his sweet little voice telling me he loves me, that I almost did. If he would have cried, it would have been over for me. He did so well that I actually felt a bit disappointed that he never had a meltdown. I mean, where's your heart, kid? If I, the adult, almost cried, couldn't he muster a few tears? Just to make me feel better?
I must say, this vacation had a wonderful effect on me. I came home sooo happy to see my fellas and energized in my role as a mother and housewife. I really must do this more often...
