Tomorrow morning I plan to get on a plane and fly from Florida to Michigan with a three year old, a one year old, a 31-weeks-pregnant belly, and a big bag of “please let my kids be calm and entertained through the flight” junk. Because Adam has to work until just before Christmas, he’ll be joining us in a week and a half.
Part of me is wondering if I’ve lost my mind to be flying by myself with the kids when I’m this pregnant. But when I remember where I’m going, I’m mostly just excited. That’s because at the end of the day tomorrow if all goes well, I’ll be sitting by the fire inside my mom’s house.
Maybe it’s not a big deal for you to hang out with your mom. Maybe she lives in your town or just a few hours away. But for me, time with my mom is a Very Big Deal. (I feel like underlining that too, but you probably already got the point.) Because we live 1200 miles apart, we don’t see each other very often. And I’m probably going to sound like a homesick nine year old at camp when I say this, but I miss my mom. I miss her a lot. I miss my whole family, actually. They’re some of my favorite people on the planet, and ever since my dad passed away two years ago, I can’t forget that life is fragile.
So I’ve decided to look at tomorrow as an adventure. And even if the traveling is a total disaster, the day will be a success if my kids and I are in my mom’s house that evening. Cold weather (please God, let it snow!), wood fires, icy Lake Michigan, coats and hats and gloves, our massive extended family squished into my aunt and uncle’s house on Christmas Eve, Christmas morning with my husband and kids and my brothers and sisters, and best of all, day-long conversations with my mom—all for the price of a few plane tickets and a day of traveling with the kids? Totally worth it.
But feel free to say a prayer for me on Tuesday. =)
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” – Matthew 6:34
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