Missing...
So, this is not exactly a happy subject. I got back from camp about 4 weeks ago now and I miss my kids SO much. It feels like someone has ripped a piece of my chest out and stamped on it and put it back and it doesn't feel right and is all small and twisted. Just thinking about them makes me miss them horribly. I have never felt anything like this before, not about my parents when I left or my friends and this makes me feel guilty.
I never really understood why people used to think that the heart was where your love came from, but I do now. My chest aches for those children and if you told me today that I could go and get on a plane and see them I would. I just want to pick them up and hug them and read them a story and play with them and kiss them goodnight and put them to bed. I didn't realise that I would love them this much...
It is so strange going from seeing them everyday to not seeing them for a year. Also some of them were only two years old and I know they are not going to know who I am next year and that is going to break my heart. I think it might be slightly broken already.
All of this sounds horribly melodramatic and for that I apologise but I needed to get it off my chest!!
I never really understood why people used to think that the heart was where your love came from, but I do now. My chest aches for those children and if you told me today that I could go and get on a plane and see them I would. I just want to pick them up and hug them and read them a story and play with them and kiss them goodnight and put them to bed. I didn't realise that I would love them this much...
It is so strange going from seeing them everyday to not seeing them for a year. Also some of them were only two years old and I know they are not going to know who I am next year and that is going to break my heart. I think it might be slightly broken already.
All of this sounds horribly melodramatic and for that I apologise but I needed to get it off my chest!!