Some of my fondest memories are of my time in California. I had a lot of fun, made some great friends, and it was great. I always looked back with a sort of longing of a life that I gave up. It was the right thing to do and I don't regret it. Each time I went back, I got that same feeling of how much fun I had, how many things I experienced (how many times I should have been arrested), etc. This time was different. I went back and saw it through older, more experienced eyes. It wasn't a longing for California anymore, it was a peace. I had my time, had my fun and now I love where I am now. Both in my life in South Carolina (LOVE my state) and the place I am inside. I guess it was a little different because I left my family behind this trip. I left a little baby to be cared for by his father and his grandma. (Yes, they all survived). They can keep California and it's experiences, I wanted to be home with my family.
Everyone kept asking me if I missed the baby. You know, I did, but I didn't. I feel bad saying this, but I went in to work mode and survival mode. I think it would have been a whole lot harder if he picked up the phone when I called and said, "Mommy, I miss you, come home!" However, it all got really hard when I returned home after 5 long days. I walked in the door and he gave me a blank look. I thought he forgot about me and my heart broke. Then he smiled and when I picked him up, he put his arms around my neck (pulled my hair really), opened his mouth as wide as he could and tried to eat my face. I think this is his way of hugging and kissing. We did that for about 10 minutes straight until I finally cried. How can something so simple mean so much? For all of you who have known me for this long.... Robert melted my heart, but Hayden turned it to mush. No more hard Molly, I'm all squishy over these boys.
I did leave SC last Sunday with a nice cold from work, which is still with me to this day. I successfully gave it to Robert who dealt with it all week. I went to the Doctor on Saturday and I have a double ear infection. NICE. So, I'm glad that I went, I loved seeing it and my dear friend Jody and her beautiful family, but I'm glad to be back on Eastern time and the Atlantic Ocean. Most of all, I'm glad I have the family I do.
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3 comments:
Awe...what a moving post. ;)
And by the way, HP was giving you "sharkbites". That's what Isaac called them. (ok, not really, but that's what we called them).
Your comment about not missing people, I kinda feel the same way when I travel. If I were to sit in the hotel room each night and miss people, you would really be miserable.
When I'm gone, I work 12-14 hours, stress about getting stuff done so I can get home. Like you said I push it away and go into work/survival mode. So don't feel that bad saying it.
simply beautiful.
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