Homesickness
I dropped Jaden off at daycare this morning, then headed to work. I put in a few hours (even though I didn’t need to be there today) and then I had to run a couple of errands, the first of which was to pick up a new winter coat from a woman who offered it on freecycle. The coat is for my sister-in-law’s mom who is coming to visit our very, very cold part of the globe from a very, very warm country. But that’s besides the point.
The trip to get the coat was about 45 minutes from work, but on the way I had to pass the exit for Jaden’s daycare. I couldn’t pick him up yet because I couldn’t drag him to my second appointment that afternoon, and Neville wouldn’t be home from work for another few hours.
If you have ever felt homesick, you will have a good idea of how I felt as I drove past the exit for daycare. It was the oddest feeling in the world to me at that particular moment. I couldn’t understand how I was that sick about leaving Jaden in daycare for what would amount to another 90 minutes, maybe. He likes daycare now. He’s happy when I drop him off, and he’s happy when I pick him up. Of course he wants me to stay with him, but he has a great time all day anyway. I can see the excitement and pleasure in his face when I sneak a peek into the room he is in before I actually open the door and give away that I am there to pick him up. So I shouldn’t be getting sick over leaving him for another hour or so, right?
It just struck me as amazing, and it saddened me in the same way being homesick would sadden me. In a good way. Because the way I see it, I can’t be homesick unless I am missing someone I love, and using roundabout logic that means homesickness is a good thing– even though it feels like crap when you’re in the thick of it.
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