On Tuesday I spent my whole morning working hard to learn my new job. I spent the afternoon diligently working as well. But, when 4:30 rolled around, I started getting anxious. Not because the next day was my day off, not because the next day was the Fourth of July, but because I missed my kid.
At five o'clock I flew out the door, tried to find the quickest way out of Portland (still looking) and headed home. I really wanted to see my kid.
When I made the turn onto the Dole's Ridge Road (about 12 minutes from home) I found myself getting impatient. My speed kept creeping up until I was way over the speed limit. I tried to keep it in check, but I missed my kid.
As I turned onto the New Dam Road (about 5 minutes from home) I felt such frustration that I wasn't there yet. I just wanted my kid. I thought to myself, "Does this ever go away? This longing for your child when you haven't seen them all day?" But I quickly realized, I don't think I ever want it to go away. Missing your kid so much it hurts really isn't fun. But having such a wonderful kid to miss so much makes me a very lucky lady.