This time, I'm the one that is having trouble saying goodbye. As soon as G closed the front door to head to the airport my tears fell.
Like within a millisecond.
My heart wanted to beg him to stay but my head knows he needs to go. We need the money. Chicken's calmness is helping me though. For now. I'm sure he will have a couple of days where he asks when Daddy is coming home and there will be some tears. That is when my strength will kick in and I will remind him (and myself) that we've done this before and we can do it again.
I have to look at this as an opportunity. An opportunity to remember how capable I am. Because I often forget. An opportunity to exercise my creativity. Which I will need a lot of if I'm going to entertain a 4 year old on a LOW budget and no driving skills.
One day at a time. That's my mantra for the next two weeks.
Ok heart, start growing fonder.