Leaving my kids to go to a retreat.
Twice a year I leave my girls.
I go to a business retreat that in the beginning lasted two days and now lasts three days, so I am gone for two nights.
And I do this about every six months.
The first time I went to retreat which is usually about an hour and a half from my house I actually drove home for the night between the two days. It was exhausting since I needed to be there at 9 am.
Ever since then I have stayed either with friends or sharing hotel rooms with other people at my retreat.
This week I leave again, and my parents have come to town to stay home with the kids. Instead of my husband having to take time off of work.
And while my youngest is now four and no longer a nursling anymore, it is still bittersweet to walk away from my kids for three days. They always grow up while I am away and vocabularies get bigger (I swear) and they have so very much to say and….
Meanwhile, at my retreat we do a lot of inner and outer work, understanding why we do what we do, making deep and meaningful connections, laughing, crying, sharing hugs and so I am usually emotionally wrung out by the time I get home. And the girls are ready to be all over me, and I am ready for hugs from them.
But there is something special about coming home that first night, after all the hugs and stories, and we have finally gotten the kids sent off to sleep.
When the world feels right, and all I want to do is curl up with my partner
and go to sleep.