I just got back from my first no-kids vacation in 7 years. And I did not miss my kids.
Call the police. I'll be here when you get back....
A few months back, my sister asked me to join her in Miami while she was in town for training. My first reaction was there's no way that I can leave my job and my kids. I just have too much going on. And then I looked in the mirror and realized that I looked like damnit-to-hell. I had been running on empty for months - juggling the job, the kids, The Hubs, networking, cooking, cleaning, jogging, blogging.
So I said yes. We planned a 3 day weekend. While I felt guilty being away from the boys over a weekend (I try to only travel during the week and keep the weekends sacred for family time), I figured it was one weekend out of 52. A few weeks before the trip, my sister called back and asked if I would mind staying a few more days because she really needed a break. Again, I hesitated (5 days away? Impossible!). But soon I realized that my sister never asks for ANYTHING, so if she said she needed a break she must REALLY need one. So, I made arrangements with The Hubs, took the time off of work and headed down to Miami for some relaxation for five whole days.
Guess what? The world did not end. The kids went to school, ate bathed and slept on schedule. They had museum adventures and a pajama day over the weekend and didn't skip a beat during our daily Face Time check-ins. My husband is an incredible partner and never gave me a moment of grief for taking time to connect with my sister and take some time for myself.
As the sun-drenched days went by, I felt my shoulders drop and my brow unfurrow. I sank into the curve of a comfy beach chair and enjoyed random fashion magazines along with my daily newspaper. I took showers that lasted longer than 3 minutes. Slept, uninterrupted, each night. Ate at restaurants without a kids menu. And while it was great to re-connect with my sister, it was truly amazing to re-connect with myself.
Maybe I'm getting comfortable with this whole mother thing. Maybe I was just too exhausted to think. Or maybe, with age, I'm learning to focus on what I need as much as what everyone else needs from me. One thing's for sure - I came back from that little slice of heaven rested and ready to face the tantrum filled mayhem of school mornings and crazed commutes, followed by back-to-back-to-back meetings with a bit more spring in my step (and a lot less screaming at my kids).
I love my kids, but I did not miss them. I left confident that they would be well cared for in my absence, and resting in the knowledge that they know they are loved - whether I am with them or not. This trip has taught me that a well-rested mom is a happy mom, and a happy mom is a good mom. While I won't be able to jet off to Miami every time I feel my shoulders creeping up to my ears, I have learned that taking time to breath and re-center myself is a MUST. Even if it's only 10 minutes at the end of the day to change my clothes before I jump into the second shift, it's time to put me back on the priority list.
I dare you to do the same...