Quote of the Day: “Young men, never give up! Never give up! Never give up! Never, never, never, never.”
- Winston Churchill
I blog a lot about pain, mainly associated with my running. But today I experienced another kind of pain and to a degree that is only a taste of what’s to come.
My little girl went away for the weekend on a church retreat.
And I miss her.
Carrie laughs at me because I don’t pay enough attention to the kids but when they leave, my heart sinks. She told me this would happen and now she tells me that she told me it would happen which doesn’t make things any easier.
You see, Steph is still my bald-headed baby girl (a term of endearment I use quite often and that she rolls her eyes at, pulling at her long hair to show me this is no longer the case.)
She no longer hugs me in public.
She no longer holds my hand in public.
She no longer kisses me in public.
So I mope around when she leaves, despite my wife’s insistence that she’d just be up in her room and I’d be on my computer ignoring her.
I know that some day this will reverse itself and she will once again hug me, hold my hand, and kiss me in public. But by then, she will be gone more than she is with me and I don’t look forward to that. Yes, I will be one of those miserable souls who miss their children and bemoan the fact to anyone and everyone within whining distance.
But every once in awhile, she caves and cuddles up to me. I sit perfectly still, afraid that any movement will burst this tender bubble and she will scurry off like a sleeping cat that’s been disturbed.
I miss my baby and this is just the beginning.
Free Advice for Today: “Tell your kids often how terrific they are and that you trust them.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.