I didn't think I would cry. It actually took me completely by surprise when I felt the tears prickle at my eyes. Me, who had been so gung-ho about the whole idea of this trip. For you see, today I put the Wonderboy and my step-Mom, WB's Nana, on a plane. He is going for a visit to FL, by himself. She and my Dad called me almost two months ago with the idea. "We want Wonderboy to come down." I said I thought that was a fabulous idea. And I meant it.
Nana was coming up to see us and attend a family birthday party. My niece and nephew turned two and my sisters decided on a joint Pirate and Princess party. (More on that later - great time!) So it was arranged. He would return to FL with Nana. He will come back up North by himself. I didn't hesitate on this. Time alone with my parents? Fully undivided special attention on my boy? No way would I ever deny any of them the pleasure this trip will have. I will be nervous for him when he comes home next week. Although I never said that to him in all the time we have been talking about the trip. He is the first grandchild to fly by himself - closely guarded by his JetBlue attendant - and we have made a big deal out of that. I don't want him to be scared in the slightest.
I will worry about other things. Like his behavior and whether he remembers to chew with his mouth closed. If he will fuss or get dramatic at bed-time. I'm hoping he will be so worn out from going swimming and playing with Papa and riding in the golf cart, that bedtime will be easy.
The day finally arrived and I was so excited for him when we all woke up this morning. He was going to school and Nana and I would pick him up at 1:30pm. As my day progressed I became aware of how blue I was feeling. Pixie and I were at my sister's for lunch and she asked what was wrong. My sister asked me if I was nervous for WB. But it wasn't really that. I wasn't nervous at all. I was sad. I realized how much I was going to miss him. Even though I'd like to put him on a plane to Timbuktu some days, in reality, it was pretty hard to let him go.
Of course I did. Even now they are up in the wild blue yonder, on their way to sun and fun. I am truly thrilled for him and so grateful to my parents for this special, special trip. And if I have to have a little private cry now and again over the next five days...well, it will be worth it.
