Well, it’s time to finish getting packed and get on the plane with my 13 year old son. He didn’t sleep a wink last night, neither did I – how could I with him roaming the halls? He wants me to tell him everything, what it’s like on a plane, what it feels like to fly, and I have told him, sweetie, you will find out first hand in a few short hours. He wants to be prepared. I hope he sleeps on the flight!
Last night at dinner the boys were talking about planes being blown up and terrorist attacks, in great detail and with great relish. A friend pointed out to me that really they were voicing their subconscious fears. Scary!
It’s going to be hard to be out of constant touch with the other boys, but they know they are loved. I covered them with kisses and hugs, and they actually let me!! They also need to learn that their mommy has a life too, that I don’t just exist to fulfill their every whim. (hmm, I don’t??!)
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Next time I blog it will be from Israel (unless I get a chance to post on our brief stopover in Paris). I wont be blogging as often, but will try to get some posts out.
Be well, y’all!
In the Pink 