Are you all-mama, all the time?
Last weekend, I was away. For four days. A loooonngggg time for this mama to be away from the offspring. I went back east to spend a girls weekend with my soon-to-be-married sister-in-law. I thought about my kids back home, every moment. I missed them painfully. My heart hurt to hear their sweet, sweet voices over the phone (funny how the voices are so sweet on the phone yet so irritatingly shrill in person!). I missed the smell of their hair, their silly antics, their annoying tendency to not listen to my direction. I missed it all; it was overwhelming. While I was surely having some fun, there was also this underlying sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I am not very good at leaving the children. It took me until each was age 3 before I left them overnight for more than a day. Now that they are so much older, I still have a hard time: mama separation anxiety, perhaps?
In the company of the other ladies over the weekend, all of them at least a few years my junior and all of them unmarried and childless, I felt like my mama identity was a one-tracked. I could think or talk of nothing but my children.
Am I the only one with this syndrome? Any tips and tricks for easing the mama separation? We have a nutty family calendar coming up, which involves a total of 10 days away from the kids over the next few weeks. I am bracing myself.