I recently got a new job (which I’m thankful for, especially in this tough economy). I don’t think it’s going to require a lot of travel, but I did have to travel my first week. It was tough to leave the kids, and I worried about how daddy would fare alone (he does great, but taking care of a three-year-old and one-year-old would be tough on anybody). But it was only two nights, so I knew that I could make it. I tucked a picture of the boys in my suitcase, and off I went.
For the most part, the trip was fine. Even, I admit, a bit exciting. I really do love to travel and to see new places. And the meeting was actually quite good and I learned a lot. But as I was sitting in one of the presentations, it hit me: Lonely Pains. These are very similar to Hunger Pains, I’ve found, in that that they can hit you out of nowhere, and there is a physical reaction involved. For me, I was just sitting there, listening to the speaker, when he happened to mention his two-year-old. That, of course, made me think about my own kids. And then I felt a shiver in my insides, and my eyes began to water. Tears began to pool in my eyes, and I couldn’t stop them. Once the Lonely Pains start, it’s hard to stop them. The only thing that stops them immediately is seeing one’s kids. But since that wasn’t possible, I waited for them to go away, the same way that Hunger Pains will eventually go away, even if you don’t get the food you need.
I made it through the meeting, and everything was fine. When I got home, the boys hadn’t forgotten me, and they didn’t hold a grudge. And because I hadn’t seen them in two days, I was able to see them with fresh eyes, and I feasted on the sight of them. The three-year-old with his beautiful smile and needs-to-be-cut-again hair. His baby brother, with his gorgeous blue eyes and soft skin. And their father, so patient and so good. It was good to be back home, where I belonged.
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