Sunday, June 24, 2012


I had conveniently allowed myself to forget that if one wants to travel to Paris without one's children, one must SAY GOOD-BYE to said children at some point.

I just dropped off Mr. Quimby and the girls at the airport.  Mr. Q is taking Ramona and Beezus to my parent's house in Alabama where he will spend the night, unpack their things, and help acclimate them before taking an early flight tomorrow back to DC.  Then we will go together to Paris tomorrow night !

My heart is physically hurting and my stomach is queasy at the thought of leaving my girls for a week.  But what a gift this is to my parents, to the girls, and to Mr. Q and me.  It just feels awful right now though.  I reminded the girls (and myself) that they can feel two different ways at the same time.  It's okay to feel happy and excited that they are going to Grandma's and Grandpa's, and it's okay to feel sad that they will miss Daddy and me.

My parents have a fun week planned for the girls.  Daily swimming lessons, library trips, going to ride the carousel at the mall, church, and lots of special things that grandparents get to do.  For sure, the girls will grow in their independence from Mr. Q and I, because challenge and change seem to bring about developmental leaps in our girls.  (I noticed a distinct difference as a result of their week at summer day camp last week).

But oh my, my heart.


(Not) Maud said...

They will have a wonderful time. And so will you.

Laurie said...

Ouch! I cried on the way to the airport when Scott and I took our trip. But, it was so worth getting away.

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