My heart thumps, making a constant drum beat in my ears. My chest is tight and my stomach keeps dropping. I’m not prepared for this!
What is it? Am I taking final exams? No. About to have surgery? No.
I’m going to the beach for a writer retreat with my fellow momlifetoday moms.
I feel ridiculous. How can I be so upset about a vacation? I’m about to spend three days in Florida, away from the winter blues.
What is the matter with me?
I believe it is a classic case of mommy separation anxiety. Interesting, but I thought it was my children who were supposed to hang onto my legs and scream, not the other way around. Last night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I was so sad that eldest was at a friend’s house when I wanted to hug her. I teared up, already dreading her leaving for college–not for the first time, I might add. When hubby and Rachel dropped me off at the airport, I almost jumped back into the car.
A few minutes ago, I texted hubby. “How’s Rachel? Did she cry long after you dropped me off…sniffle?”
I think he was trying to be kind. “She’s watching Dora in the car, but I’m sure she’s thinking of you the whole time.”
Hmm. Looks like I need to take a deep breath, do some more praying, and let Dad wear the Supermom cape for a few days…
Cheers, my friends!