The fragile voice on the answering machine was enough to break my heart. My daughter was obviously fighting a losing battle to keep her tears at bay. She wanted me to come visit sometime… if I wasn’t too busy.
Back into the car I went. I had planned on a nice quiet evening of making a batch of chilli, and catching up on some laundry. That wasn’t going to happen now.
Between the distance and my shift work, I don’t get to see the kids as often as I would like. My son handles it differently than my daughter does. He misses me, but it’s my daughter who really seems to have difficulty with it sometimes. There are times when she has a bit of an emotional meltdown. She gets that from her Daddy.
I knew that I wanted to make a quick stop and pick them up something. My son would be happy with something chocolate. He gets THAT from his Daddy. But for my daughter, I wanted something a little more special. Then I saw them… 3 perfectly packaged red roses. I had given her roses a couple of years ago, and she still has them today.
As soon as I walked through the door and handed the roses to her, she immediately told her Mother that she wanted them dried like the others. I guess she plans on keeping these ones for awhile too! Then came the hugs.
I wasn’t there very long. Just long enough. I read a story and tucked each of them into bed.
The laundry will just have to wait until another day.