Tuesdays are Your Turn – Missing Your Kid
This morning, Mr. Asthma Mom said two things about our firstborn – or lack thereof – that made me laugh. The first:
This house sure is quiet without her walking around and singing everywhere.
It really, really is. AG sings all the time. All the time, to the point where her voice, belting out everything from the latest hip hop to traditional Christmas carols, sort of serves as the background music to all our lives. We don’t even notice her singing much of the time, it’s such a constant presence.
Now, the Sidekick was plenty chatty this morning at breakfast. She can’t wait for her ninth (!) birthday next week and, like most third graders, Christmas on the 25th.
We are definitely missing that added layer of AG sound, though.
When he saw me open up my laptop earlier than usual this morning, Mr. Asthma Mom said this second thing:
Are you checking on the weather up there?
Surprised? Mr. Asthma Mom was.
One way I’m attempting to salvage my peace of mind during AG’s time away? I’ve so far been trying my best not to think about anything involving cold mountains, chilly wind, wet boots, and my kid. I’m calling the clinic up there tonight to check on her health, but remember I can only talk to the nurse, not AG herself.
If I can’t hear her voice – and ask her if she’s breathing well and remind her that I packed an extra pair of snow gloves in case her main pair gets wet and to please wear her hat if the wind is blowing hard and whatever you do, child of mine, pack extra socks in your backpack for the really big hike and DID I MENTION THE EXTRA GLOVES? – then I’d really rather just not think about the temperatures or wind chill there at all.
I’d rather hang out with the Sidekick, finish a freelance project that’s due tomorrow, trust the teachers and counselors because they’ve all done this before and will make sure the kids are safe and warm, and give extra special thanks that so far, this side of the Continental Divide has stayed unusually warm and dry all season.
In other words, what I don’t know won’t worry me.
How do you cope when your kids are away from home and you can’t talk to them?