I just arrived to London. This will be my longest trip away from my 2 year old Robbie (5 nights / 6 days). At this stage, Robbie understands everything we say. I tell him ahead of time that I am going away on the airplane for a few days and that I always come back. That’s my motto, that I always come home. He understand the words, and asks “RaRa Plane?”. I reply, No, Sweetie, This time just Mommy is going away, but I always come home. He isn’t happy and it seems he is more attached to me the rest of the day after I broke the news. On the way to the airport, he asks again, “RaRa Plane?” and cries when I leave him behind. And when we speak today he seems upset that I'm not there.
Moms who travel -- does it ever get easier to leave?
On the flight I spend time looking at hundreds of photos and watching videos of Robbie doing things that cracks me up, mostly dancing and playing the guitar. This little guy loves music! I’m pretty sure we have a musician on our hands. I am feeling a little sad to be away for so long. But also feeling very grateful to my husband Mark for being the most amazing partner and Dad. I am so lucky to have you in my life. Together we can accomplish anything. <3
More from London soon...