This morning at 5:45 am I left my Mother at the airport. With tears streaming down my face I made my way to my car not caring who noticed my tear stains. I already missed her. When I got home I immediately began to wash clothes and take advantage of the early morning hours without any kids to interrupt me. As I put clothes in the washer I heard this faint “mom” whispered behind me. It startled me at first then I turned around to find Faith standing there with messy hair and squinting her eyes. She said, “Can I say goodbye to Mimi?” Holding back the tears I told her Mimi was already at the airport and that she needed to get back in bed. Very sadly she said, “yes ma’am” and made her way back to her room. On her way up the stairs she began to cry. —I know exactly how she feels.
After a week of fun with Mimi it was time to get back to work. We got back on school with the kids, and we had another language class too. Boy could I tell we had a week off. It was hard to get back into the swing of things.