Being a parent his hard. Being a parent with a traveling spouse is even harder. When my husband is out of town it is no longer about parenting but about survival.
My husband has to travel for work. In the past six weeks, he has been gone four. We were lucky that on his last trip I was able to pack up the kids and go with him for two weeks. However, the times when I am able to do that are few and far between. While I would love to just follow him around Europe, I too have a job. Not to mention that raising kids out of a hotel room is not as a glamorous as it sounds.
While my husband lives the life of room service and feather beds, I am usually the one left behind. I usually don't mind. I had long decided that my business traveling days had come to an end.
This business trip, however, was different. This trip was to Romania; "back home". He would get to see his family again and be able to speak his language. He doesn't get to go back often and I know that there are times when he wishes he was closer.
When he found out about this trip he asked if he could take Nathan along so that he could spend time with his family.
My first reaction was "no". Actually I think my first reaction was, "you must be insane if you think you are taking my child away for two weeks".
Then I started to concede. I agreed for him to take Nathan for one week, and one week only of his two week trip. This meant that there would be no family time over the weekend but rather Cornel would be flying in Saturday to fly back out Sunday.
My mind was made up and if he wanted to take Nathan this was the deal. Then common sense took over and I knew that I either had to let him go or keep him home; so I let him go.
I complain about being so far from family and here I was trying to keep Nathan from his. How is that for rock star parenting?
Now, Nathan is off having wild adventures, like flying first class from Paris to Bucharest. He is off enjoying the sunshine on his great grandparent's farm, while daddy slaves away.
It was right for him to go, but not easy. The house is too quiet and I miss him like crazy. Only a few more weeks until his laugh is bouncing off the walls again.
Pour Your Heart Out.