A week ago when Plum was in the throws of uncontrolled asthma, I broke down and cried. I felt helpless. And damn, I hate hate hate not knowing what to do. When I gathered myself and returned to the living room I found Plum in the calming embrace of her daddy. "She's going to be ok, Mama", he said to me. Sometimes I just need him to say that and he knows it.
Every night when we put the kids to bed, we ask them "What was your favorite part today?" Two nights ago Pants answered, "I go on a abencher (adventure) with Daddy". I felt that fullness in my chest that happens when your heart suddenly grows a little. These kids, they are so in love with this guy. And their mama is too.
I'm leaving today for a three days away from my family. I'm going to commune with my sisters for a few days and fill up my tank a bit. I could be worried about leaving them. Lord knows I have stressed about it the years before. I haven't gone for the full weekend away since these two were born. But this year I am. Three whole days. Away.
And these three? They will be just fine.