I didn’t sleep much last night – it’s hitting me, but at 6:30 am, as with every morning, I started packing lunches and snacks, laying out clothes, fixing medicine, packing book bags, the normal stuff….and I then heard my youngest wake up and chant, “Mama, Mama, Mama” just like he does every morning when he is ready to get up. I went into his room and he had the biggest smile plastered on his sweet little face as if he hadn’t seen me in days. Bear hugs and kisses were exchanged and tears started to flow and then my eldest joined in on the love.
My heart aches that I have to be away from my family here very soon and the guilt of having to put them through all this is hard to handle. I know I have to go and fight my battle not just for me but for them, but in the same breath, I’m so desperately going to long for those bear hugs and kisses. For the next couple days I’ll just have to load up and hold on to them tightly until I return.