I think I become OCD before I go on a big trip.
I have pulled our passports out 4 times already and will do so 10 more times before we leave.
I always have the soap opera look, “Did I leave the stove on?” expression as I check, recheck and check again. I’m not a nervous flyer. But, I do worry about leaving things that are essential. Passport, credit card, children.
Of course this trip I am purposefully leaving a child behind. This has it’s tension. I was up late wrapping little presents for his aunt and baby sitter to give him while we are gone. Then I started thinking will he be wondering “where is mommy?” more when he gets a present from her? How am I harming my child this time. Finally went to bed hugging him next to me. His skin never seemed silkier, his breath never sweeter, his little hand holding mine. The magic of holding his hand.
I warned Vivien, “When he leaves with Aunt Cecily today don’t cry. He will follow our lead. We have to be strong for him.” I was really telling myself. I’m having my sister come before we go to the airport as I want him to feel he is leaving us, not the other way around.
The leave takings are always the hardest, and once a trip has started you lose yourself to the trip. But, this is new ground for me. One I purposely set out on, filled with misgivings. Like going to grad school.
I pray Rex has a great, fun week playing with his cousins and friends, knowing his aunts and uncles are there for him.
My mantra as I board the plane “it’s only a week. It’s only a week.” 7 sleeps is what I said to Rex. 7 sleeps away from the soft skin, the sweet breath, the little hand.