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This past weekend, I was out of town for my sister-in-law’s baby shower. Before now, I’d only left my husband overnight once before, and I’d never left my son. (I’m not counting the occasions when my mother-in-law took TJ overnight when he was colicky so that we could get some quality sleep; I always got him back first thing the next morning.)
It was really hard to get on the plane without my little boy. But I did it.
The best part was calling each night to tell him good night. I could hear the smile in his voice when he talked to me. He told me he missed me. He told me he loved me. (Unprompted!) He told me he was being a good boy. He told me about his day. And he told me good night.
It was so good to hold an actual conversation with him when I couldn’t be there with him.
Tom told me that TJ only really asked for me in the morning and at bedtime. One night while I was gone, he went to the top of the stairs after his bath and looked downstairs, asking for me. (Usually, when I’m there, I go upstairs to rock with him before putting him in his crib.) Tom told him that I was in Georgia. My pooks had the best response.
“I don’t want Mommy to be in Georgia anymore.”
*melts*
He gave me a huge hug when he saw me this morning, since I got in really late last night, past my own bedtime. I heard the words “plane” and “Georgia,” but mostly it was just love and hugs to and from my boy.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
