Call Me A Bad Mom, I Went Away And Didn't Miss My Kids
I just got back from a week away with my sister and mother (I know you didn't miss me at all). It was interesting to be on a trip as a daughter instead of a mother. No meals to fuss over, no bedtime to worry about (besides my own); no forced play or breaking up fights (well, not many). Instead, someone asked me if I was having a good time and asked me if I was hungry.
I didn't miss my kids at all. That's right, I didn't miss them. Six nights and seven days of narcissistic bliss. I have been away before and missed them. I found the first night to be the worst and then it would get better, but I would sit expectantly on the plane as I returned, imagining their little faces and their kisses.
This was the longest time I have been away from them. The guilt of not missing them made me feel even more guilty for a time but now I have released it.
Perhaps it is a sign that I needed a break, or that my kids are independent enough from me that I feel that they can survive on their own. Whatever. I was away, I came back. I was happy to see them and happy to engage with them the next day.
The only problem is that I still have that slight feeling of narcissism and don't feel like pouring their milk or forcing them to shower anymore.
Have you been away from your kids? Did you miss them?
Want more chaos? Last year, I explained the 80-20 rule as it applies to parenting and a year later not sure that I upped my percentage.