Reading a blog post from my friend Nicole Unice the other day about preparing to leave on a short trip with her husband sans kiddos, I thought: now THERE’s a topic we haven’t really ever discussed on our blog.
Wonder why not?
Well I may be opening myself up for a firestorm of opposing viewpoints on this one, but I’ll risk it, ’cause I’m gutsy like that.
It’s important for me to leave my children. Sometimes with my husband, sometimes without, but definetly without them. For years, many women–my own mother included–felt (and likely still do) that leaving your kids is selfish, that they need us daily in their lives to nurture, nourish, nest. And while I think that three hundred sixty or so days of the year this proves true for me, the other five or so days I need to myself, with friends, or with my husband.
I love these little people, but I often need a break, too.
I love my little goofballs. It’s fun to leave, but always great to get back home.
Over the years, our kids have come to understand that mom and dad need some time alone to remember and reacquaint with who we were before they were in our lives. We prepare, we call often, we relax.
Then we return home to them, reassuring them that they truly are the lights of our lives and often the centers of our universe, but that, in order to be the best parents we can be when we’re together, we can’t always revolve around them.
It seems that a few days apart is good for all of us? What do you think? Do you ever take a trip to be a ‘couple’ and is it worth it?
Hmmmm….I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks about this!
