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There are seldom days…that are perfect

There are seldom days… that are perfect

There are seldom days that don’t fly by…you wake up, turn around, and it’s already time to unwind for bed.

Time passes by…

There are many weeks where the Monday started and within the blink of an eye it’s Friday afternoon.

Yesterday was January and now it’s already the end of April.

A short time ago I was 25 and this year I hit the 45.

Years pass by and if I don’t realise it for myself, I see it when I look at my son who was just born and now starts school in summer.

We can’t go back, but what we can is to enjoy!

Cherish the time we have, do the things we love, stop and breathe and smile.

Oftentimes I want to write away my thoughts but in most cases it stays „I want“ because the dishwasher beeps or it’s time for the kindergarten pick up.

This time I write above the clouds. Arrival in Boston is scheduled in one hour and fifty-two minutes. After two years it’s my first business trip and it brings me right on the other side of the ocean. Which is nice, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining, I’m just torn apart each time.

To wave goodbye to a six-year old who tries to be strong and fights his tears is hard!

Motherhood is hard!

I’m so proud of him and I care more than I would have ever have been able to imagine. He is the greatest achievement of my life. No work career can be better than raising this wonderful little being.

When his tiny arms squeeze me tight and he tells me that he loves me to the moon and further, that’s all! There’s nothing to top it!

Now he’s strong and will sleep four whole nights in my bed next to my husband until we are back together.

Everyone is telling me to enjoy, time alone is something mom’s rarely have, to have fun. But honestly, you know what? I am strong too! I wiped my tears away at the airport too. I also will count the nights until I am back in the plane which hasn‘t even landed.

When I was still at the airport, waiting for boarding, my husband texted me from home what to prepare for our son to eat. Even there, I already told him, I would have loved to be back in our kitchen to prepare a plate for him with what he likes most.

This weirdness is called motherhood too. It is weird because day in day out I don’t see how precious these simple mundane moments are, but just knowing that I won’t have them for only a short time shows me the truth.

Life is precious…

Every single simple moment means the world to our children! Hearing us moms around is their safe haven and that’s exactly what they deserve!

I will check how many things I can buy here for him, half of my suitcase is empty to be filled with clothes and toys, hoping that the next chance to come over is far in the future and not coming too fast. I don’t want to think about another goodbye, I want the daily chaos.

But you know, no matter how much I will buy, the most important will be to hug one another again as soon as I’m outside of the security area.

I know that we moms are bears and that we can move mountains when needed. But please take care! Let go of the unimportant and focus on what makes lasting memories.

It won’t be the long cooked dinner where you were hidden in the kitchen for hours, the forgotten spaghetti which glue together because you were playing on the floor will last in your childrens memory.

Perfection is no attribute for a mom, love is!