Josie was 14 months and 1 week when I left her for the first time overnight. I know most mom’s have done this long before I did, but that is a choice I made and I’m fine with it. I am happy as a clam at home with her, playdates, pool adventures, going to the zoo and whatever else we can come up with. She and Kyle are the loves of my life and I just don’t want to be away. So, the though of leaving her for a few days was TERRIBLE. I had a pit in my stomach for weeks about it, didn’t want to talk about it, and avoided conversation about it.
I decided it would be good for me to go to a convention in San Francisco for Stella & Dot. So…that meant 4 days and 3 nights away from Josie. Kyle was taking Thursday and Friday off of work and of course he would be with her over the weekend. I knew she was in perfectly capable hands, but that didn’t matter. That wasn’t the point. I was going to be away from her without access to those kissable cheeks, hugs, giving her a bottle before she goes to bed – my favorite time of the day, playing on the floor until my bum was numb…I just didn’t want to go.
Kyle and Josie took me to the airport Thursday morning and I sat in the back of the car with her. We played and talked and then we were there….DENVER INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. I’m the first to admit, I was hysterical, tears pouring out of my eyes and was a second away from getting back in the car to go home. Thankfully I had checked in online so I didn’t have to show my red, make-up streaked, puffy eyed, face to anyone yet. I composed myself, made it through security and then I saw my friend Kelly, and it started all over. All she did was ask me how I was doing.
Once we arrived, I was doing better. I didn’t shed another tear and it really was a good weekend for all three of us. I knew Kyle and Josie could survive without me, and I survived too.