We're going to grandma's!
I remember when I was a kid, I'd beg my parents to let me stay at my cousin's house for the weekend. The first night was so fun - we'd stay up all night, set up sleeping bags in the living room, watch movies. By the second night, though, I'd miss my bed, my own pajamas, my room, and my parents. I'd get homesick, even on just the second night.
When I was ten, my parents decided it would be a wonderful life experience for me and my brothers to spend the summer - three months - in the Philippines. We rotated houses, staying with my grandmother and a myriad of aunts, uncles, and cousins. I definitely thought it was novel, since I convinced my aunt that I was allowed to have ice cream sundaes every day. But, after the first week, I was homesick. And, I had several, several weeks to go. My two brothers were 6 years old and 4 years old that summer.
When we came home, finally, my mother gave us each the hug of all hugs. She clung to us like she'd never let us go. She told us, "We will never, ever, ever leave you for that long again. Ever."
Our girls are lucky enough for have four grandparents - my parents and my husband's parents. For a long while now, they have been trying to finagle a way to get the girls to spend a week in San Francisco (with my parents) or in New York (with my husband's parents). The girls and I have spent only a few instances apart. Just a handful, really. I didn't spend a night away from either of them until they were each three years old, at least.
Maybe it I am the one who is having a hard time being OK with the time apart. But, I do think that the time apart may be more challenging than they may think. Have you had your child(ren) go away and spend time at the grandparents' or with other family? How has it been? Have you loved the time apart or hated it?