Earlier this week Hubby & I woke up at an ungodly hour. My mom was flying out to the Philippines and needed a ride to the airport. It being an international flight, she needed to be at the airport at least 3 hours before take-off.
Her flight was at 7:00 am.
Needless to say, Hubby & I got little sleep the night before.
With Hubby staying curbside, I was able to help check my Mom in at the airport and say a proper good-bye before she headed into the security line.
What she said to me in those moments have stuck with me this past week and have made me realize that, as much as I think I’m okay, I’m still not quite okay.
On the way home from the airport, I cried. Cried, because I was already missing my Mom who would be gone for six whole weeks. Cried, because I knew that it was time to make another appointment … one I haven’t had in about six months now.
Cried, because as much of an adult I (supposedly) am, there are still some days that I just want to be a child again and want Mom to tell me that everything is going to be alright.
Things will be alright, I know. Even though they’re not right now. I know this because I have the love and support of a wonderful husband and … even though we don’t get along all the time … my mom.
I miss you, Mom. Hope you’re having a blast in the Philippines.
(((HUGE HUGS)))
Separation with your loved ones isn’t easy, even if it’s only temporary. Hope your Mom has a good time in the Philippines and she stays healthy.
When it comes to you…wishing you more peace and healing…some days are tougher than others. I’m glad you could cry it out, though. It’s better than keeping it all inside.