I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I should have been elated, doing the ‘happy dance’ around my living room. My husband’s company was honoring him for outstanding job performance which meant the two of us would be taking a trip … alone. But for some reason I was preoccupied by the fact that this would be the longest and farthest we’d been separated from our children.
There was packing to do and instruction lists to be made for my mother-in-law who was going to care for the kids in our absence. Yet, I could only think about one thing–and I could not walk out the door until I did it.
I had to write love notes to my daughters.
I had to tell them exactly what made me proud to be their mother. I had to tell them everything I found captivating, brilliant, humorous, and beautifully original about each of them.
And so I did.