Growing up is such a pain.
Especially when you have to do it when you think you are old enough not to do it anymore.
Leaving children at home and travelling for work is what Moms and Dads need to do all the time. And I had managed not to do all this time-it was a record.
Was-past tense
This one time-I am doing it. Not that I had run out of valid reasons, but this once I felt I could leave, knowing that they would be able to manage.
I am the one not able to ‘manage’. Offering bubble-gum to a stranger as the flight takes off, not able to launch into my spiel about the history and geography of the place I am travelling to, talking to my family only through the screen-not able to touch, feel, poke or tickle …………..it is a whole lot of growing up.
Being the one staying back with the kids, managing the home-work-kids-and everything else issues, this once I feel that the one going away has it worse.
Do I have so much more to learn?