Last weekend I went away by myself to join a friend for a girls’ weekend. Her son and mine are very close in age, and we talked about how this is the first time we both had left our kids to do something for ourselves. Of course we spent tons of time talking about our kids, but we also enjoyed talking about other issues and eating our meals without interruption.
I have to admit that, as much as I had missed my husband and my kids, on Sunday I really didn’t want to go home and felt incredibly guilty because of it. But, truth be told, since the birth of our son 22 months ago, I have been very busy caring for the children and putting my family’s needs first while ignoring my own; and it has made me into a super tired, cranky mama and wife. I didn’t realize this until I was away. My husband travels for work, so he gets time away. And in August, when the kids and I were in Hawaii, he spent 8 days by himself.
I really relished sleeping in, taking my time in the shower in the morning, eating by myself and — heck — even going to the potty on my own. These are things we all take for granted before we have kids, and alone time for me has been something in the past. During this weekend, I had time to meditate, something I have not done in months.
I got a good workout. I read a book. And I thought a lot about being a mom and what I would like to do more of or like to change. I think that to be a good parent, you do need alone time once in a while to decompress, to relax and to think clearly.
The best part was missing my kids and husband, and to have them miss me and be happy to see me when they picked me up at the airport. I now have made a promise to myself to take time out more often so I can be the best mom I know how to be.