reading with daddy

Kris is home from his adventure, and the kids are soaking up every ounce of Daddy love. Four nights might not seem like a long time for him to be away....especially given that his adventures used to last for weeks on end. That was before kids, though. A bush plane would drop him in the wilderness somewhere in Alaska or he'd be in the middle of Siberia or Corsica with no contact whatsoever. I'd go on with life, praying for a safe return.

Strangely, this is harder. Telling the kids that Daddy will be home in a few days when they don't yet grasp what "a few days" means. Explaining that we can't call him because he's a mile deep in a canyon. B woke up every morning looking for him. She thought naptime counted as a new day.

I love the fact that my kids have the kind of relationship with their Daddy that 4 nights away is painful. I also love the moments of reunion.

 

ps. As I'm writing this, I'm thinking of a couple of friends whose partners are frequently gone for long stretches of time....weeks, months. Work travel. Military deployments. How do you do it?? I'm humbled.

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