“Why are you crying, mom?” My little boy asked (my attempt not to show him my emotions failed). “Because I’ll miss you.” I explained. His reply made me smile, “Don’t worry, you can call me!”
My husband and my son left yesterday. Alex needs a break from work and so he filed a vacation leave. He wanted to unwind with our child, and I also think that they’re going to have a great time together and so I approved their holiday. We also allowed manang to visit her family. In short, I’ll be alone in the next 7 days.
Seven days is going to be the longest “me” time I am yet to have since I got married and became a mom. Alex had been insisting that I join them, but I just couldn’t because I have work to do. I assured him I’ll be fine, and that my moment alone will be meaningful.
When my family is around, always having my “ME TIME” is a luxury I don’t regularly get. This week is an exemption, however. My boys are having their vacation… I have all the time in the world… but why is it that I am missing doing things for them? I also miss their mess! I’ve always thought that free time is a luxury, until this moment.
Right now, I am NOT chasing a boy, NOT washing bottles, and NOT cooking for Alex. I am so unhurried. I can just freely sleep after work hours. But why am I not enjoying this free time I am having?
I think my definition of “luxury of time” has changed when I got married and became a mom. Luxury is now having time with my husband and child after all the mommy chores are done. It’s about spending time with them, listening to their stories, and so on. The luxury I am rewarded every time they’re around.
Excuse me, I think I am going to cry again. Kyle, mommy is about to call you just as you said. =(
*I found this post from my archives, I’m reposting it today because it’s funnily sweet. =) By the way, it’s my birthday tomorrow!