Two weeks. That's how long Connor and Mommy (and Gram) are going to be in Ohio. While that isn't a long wait for car repairs, it's a very long wait for a Daddy who's used to tucking his little boy into bed almost every night. Because my web design business is growing quickly, I couldn't take two weeks off...and because I cherish my alone time, I didn't really mind dropping the family off at the airport.
Fortunately, our cell phone plan includes unlimited calls to each other. That means that I can check in on Mom and my little monkey any time I want. I like that. Connor's a daddy's boy (at the moment) and doesn't like being away from me much, so I've made sure to talk to him and tell him that I miss him. It's easy to forget that he's almost 6 instead of barely 4...my most recent conversation with Connor included this exchange:
Daddy: I miss you, Pickle.
Connor: I miss you too, Daddy.
Daddy: I wish I could give you a big hug. Ask Mommy for a big Daddy hug, okay?
Connor: That's okay, Daddy. I can wait two weeks for a Daddy hug.
And so it begins. My little post-toddler who sometimes acts like my Siamese twin (joined at the hip) is becoming my little school-age boy who looks for opportunities to do things without his dad. I think that's cool. It makes me smile, and makes me a little sad. We all become a little more complicated as we get older, up to a point...then, when we realize that time is slipping away, we fight to bring back the simplicity of the past. I'm very grateful that I'm able to work at home, where Connor can stick to my hip for a little while longer. Two weeks is the longest anyone should have to wait for a hug, don't you think?
08.19.05 | Send E-Mail to ConnorJulian