Good morning, Friends. Actually, where I am the internet is working at a snail’s pace, so it’s anybody’s guess when I will be able to post this…
It is around 6:30 in the morning, and I’m sitting in a comfy beach chair watching the waves roll towards me. It all sounds quite glamorous when I word it the way I just did, but in reality the wind is blowing my hair in my face, the sun is shining so brightly that I can’t see a word I’m typing, and I keep losing focus while watching the early morning beach walkers. There are some women who must not eat… I am not one of those women. Enough said.
It is our annual one week get-a-way without the kids. All the panic and tears were breaking my heart to the point I didn’t think I would be able to leave. However, it is true that a kind word is healing to the soul. After statements like, “You will be okay” and “Think of all the fun you are going to have.” The kids finally convinced me to leave… but not before they shouted one final, “Hey, don’t forget our presents!”
Hey, Uncle James and Auntie Ashley have a puppy, mema makes their favorite foods, Big brother lets them throw balls in the house, and uncle Scott fills them up with sugar. What mother on earth can compete with that?
Anyway, I was doing quite well until we were in the security line at the airport. In front of us stood a beautiful family consisting of a mom, dad, two little boys, and a tiny baby girl. It looked as if they were traveling together until the dad said, “Well, this is as far as we can go with you.” The boys began crying hard and holding onto mommy, (Obviously a puppy wasn’t coming to play at their house for the week.) mom was trying not to lose it as tears began trickling, and dad was trying to get the boys out of there before the high pitched waling took over. The problem was the waling probably would have been mine. Why did I wear mascara to the airport? I streamed tears all through security, even when they made me stand in the box with my hands over my head to x-ray me…
Hello, I’m Jennifer and I’m an emotional basket case. It’s called mommy guilt and apparently I feel it not only for myself, but also for all the other mothers out there.
So that brings me here – to a beautiful paradise where the wind is whipping my hair, the sun is darkening my screen, and vacationers walking by are looking at me like I’m crazy for having a laptop on the beach instead of a book in my hand and an umbrella drink.
Hey, it’s only day one.
I hope to steal a few minutes each day to write to you, but if the internet doesn’t cooperate, have a beautiful week. As always, I’m praying for you. May the Lord give you peace, and may He use you each of you mightily. He is faithful!
Talk soon!
Love ,
Jennifer
