After being with us for a week for spring break, the kids will be leaving this evening. There is such a dichotomy between the day the kids arrive and the day they know they are leaving. When they first arrive, they are downright giddy, constantly laughing, smiling, just over the moon to be with their dad again. The energy level in the house is through the roof, and the cats wisely run for cover under the bed!
A few days ago, though, the hesitant questions started: “How many more days do we have with you, Daddy?”
Gary handles it well, tells them they have plenty of time and to focus on today, not start worrying about leaving. I know it is hard for him too, though.
Last night I sat down with my vast stash of nail polish since Dove wanted me to paint her nails. Sunflower wandered over and couldn’t seem to make up her mind if she wanted her nails done or not. She finally just looked up at me and looked so confused. She said, “I don’t know if I want my nails done because when I look at them, I will cry.”
I’m no salon professional, but I didn’t think my manicure services were bad enough to elicit tears, so I asked her, “Why would looking at your nails make you cry?”
She said, “Because then I miss you and Daddy.”
I really didn’t know what to say.
The hardest part is always the last day. I know it is hard on the kids, hard on Gary, and that there is not a whole lot I can do to make any of them feel better.