One look...One hello...One old friend...One breath...One new friend...One birth...One new experience...One death...One smile...One smell...can change everything.
So, this was the weekend....the first weekend that Anabella was going with her Dad for two nights. The first time in her 29 months alive, that we have ever been apart from one another for longer than half a day. How was I ever going to survive two nights and three days without my "mini-me-attached-at-the-hip-shadow-sidekick"? This was what I thought was going to be the most challenging, sad, horrible, depressing weekend of my entire life....
I was wrong. Yes, I did just say that. I WAS SO WRONG. (Don't mistake that for me not missing my daughter every single second of every single day, because I so did!)
Success #1 was saying goodbye to her with a huge smile on my face and acting "over the top" excited for her...which for the record, I was excited for her to get to see her Daddy, but NOT excited for her to leave Moi.
Success #2 only shedding a few tears as we drove away. (Although I have to give credit where credit is due and Anabella is the one who made it easy for me, she was so happy and content with her Daddy, that it made it so much easier to walk away from her. No tears. Im still not sure how someone so amazing came out of me...but that's a whole nother' blog for a whole nother' time. And of course my awesome sisters who had my back the whole time.
I went out with old but great friends and family and watched my cousins band play, I MAY have drank some wine which may have tasted an extra special amount of yummy and I stayed up ALL night for the first time in like 10 years. Why? Because I could! Because my beautiful "treasure and a joy" of a daughter was safe and sound and happy with her Dad and I didn't have to wake up in the morning to be a hands on Mama. I had fun with old friends and I made new ones, I feel more like myself than I have in 4 plus years. I kinda missed ME.
My sweet girl is home with me again, she had a great weekend with her Dad and his family, she did a ton of quality time stuff with her Dad (the love of her life), has the photos to prove it and is now happily running around screaming and playing with her cousins.I loves me some island life. I loves me some island folk. I loves me my roots. I loves me my well-adjusted, happy, loving, loyal, honest little treasure and joy of a daughter.
Simple. Simple. Simple happy life.
To everyone who helped me smile and endure this one of many "first time" experiences in the co-parenting world...THANK YOU. You rock and my life is better from having you in it.
xo
1 comment:
Sometimes it is going back to your roots that makes a person look at life with very different eyes and opionions. Sometimes the city "taints" who we are, what we want, where we are going, and what we once were. Sometimes that job down memory lane with all of those people who mean the world to us is really all it takes to see the sun shine again. Never let those "small town roots" get too far behind you and always remember where you came from, who you are and what you are worth!
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