Nana got on a plane this morning. Back to Florida. Back to phone calls. Back to emails. The kids are crying. And the Queen is crying.
Normally, I’d be a bit relieved my mother is gone. But now that I have two children, I, well, um…
I want my Mommy.
It really DOES take a village. My tiny Royal Kingdom does not qualify as a village. Maybe a small, hamlet. Not even. I think we’d be more along the lines of a unincorporated, rural town or something.
What happened to those days when your family lived down the block? I grew up with my Aunt and cousins across the street. No, really. We didn’t even have to use the phone, we just walked over and opened the door. Because you could just open the door. It wasn’t locked.
My children’s cousins are in Germany.
What are the odds we mothers are so tired and frustrated because we have no family nearby to rely on? I wonder if my post partum would not have been that bad if I had gaggles of Aunts or cousins or parents nearby, taking the Count for ice cream while I wrestled with the baby.
And then I wonder if it all just sounds good. And I’d be totally annoyed with everyone, all the time, wishing we lived far, far away.
I’m not sure. Probably a little of both. Either way…
I want my Mommy.
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